Tang Wanzhuang stepped lightly across the water, gliding effortlessly onto the balcony.
In the midst of the torrential rain, a hazy mist surrounded her, ensuring not a single splash touched her, the water droplets scattering around her like a fairy riding the fog, ribbons fluttering, breathtakingly beautiful.
Vermilion Bird watched with gritted teeth, unable to deny that this damned woman was truly beautiful.
She remembered how in their youth, swarms of young men flocked around them, with admirers like Huangfu Qing claiming to overshadow the Capital, yet wasn't it true that the flies buzzed even more persistently around you?
Do men really fall for this fairy act?
Unfortunately, nearly all the men of their generation turned out to be useless. Why not one could take her to the bridal chamber, um um um, to give everyone a good laugh?
