Her hair, like dark blue silk bathed in moonlight, hung with tips like frosted tassels.
'No wonder every time the East Canghai Sea Water Mansion celebrates the coming of age for its scions—a hair-pinning for a Young Lord or a capping for a Dragon Prince—it draws the sons of the Great Xuan's Giant Houses and Marquisates, and even cultivators of the Outer Dao, all rushing to compete in splendor...'
'Leaving aside their miraculous bloodline that produces extraordinary offspring, who wouldn't be utterly stunned by such beauty?'
'No wonder she has to wear a veil and cloak when she goes out. Otherwise, I doubt she could walk three miles before her identity was exposed...'
A wife should be a Dragon Monarch's daughter; a career, the kingship of a province!
This is how a true man should choose a wife!
Bai Shuo's appearance had reversed the tide, making Ji Xiu's heart tremble. But...
The East Bed Prince Consort?
He clicked his tongue.
Even if he were to accept the title.
