The fragrance of the wind flashed by.
From behind the screen, a figure gracefully emerged.
Jiang Dali fixed his gaze and indeed saw the Princess of Tang, rumored to be stunningly beautiful.
She appeared no older than twenty, draped in a colorful light fur, wrapping her exquisitely curved body. Her slender neck, under the moonlight, flowed with an unusually captivating curve. Her waist tightly cinched by a cloud belt, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, a delicate nose, and cherry lips.
What was most precious, however, was that although the woman looked charming, there was no hint of demonic seduction about her.
Instead, she was dignified and elegant, extraordinary in demeanor. With every move, she exuded an imposing aura of nobility and a humbling presence, truly befitting a former princess.
