The gentle breeze was like the subtle sway of brilliant crape myrtle flowers. Such a calm and disarming An Jin could easily bewitch anyone. Even Ran Yan, who was accustomed to thinking rationally, could hardly imagine that the man before her, appearing to be untainted by the mortal world... was the initiator of the bloody storm that had engulfed Chang'an, so crazed, so... hysterical.
Ran Yan was not one to speak in elegant verses, and the only phrase in her mind that seemed pale in comparison to the current scenic beauty was "the epitome of beauty."
Perhaps due to undergoing castration at a later age, An Jin still possessed many prominent male features, not appearing as purely feminine as ordinary eunuchs.
Ran Yan averted her gaze and sat up from the couch, "What exactly do you want by bringing me here?"
"Xiao Xuanzhi told me you have in your possession a piece of evidence of Li Tai's rebellion," An Jin said.
