As Tang Wanju entered the hall, a room that had been slightly noisy suddenly fell silent, with many people holding their breath.
It wasn't due to the oppression of status, but because of her appearance.
She was simply too beautiful.
It was as though the exquisite mountains and rivers of Wu and Yue were gathered in her presence; just by standing there, she seemed to embody Jiangnan.
Once frail and delicate in demeanor, she was no longer frail now, yet her grace remained undiminished. Coupled with thirty years of power and authority, her bearing added to her beauty, leaving people breathless.
Her perpetually youthful visage seemed like Heaven itself proclaiming that such beauty should not fade away, and there was no need for ordinary people to envy it, as Heaven would not allow her to see her hair turn white.
Youths in the hall broke the silence in unison with their greetings: "Great-aunt, we pay our respects."
The guests: "..."
