"Miss, miss?"

Qingluan sat motionless in front of the brass mirror.

The maid behind her saw the miss deep in thought and dared not speak too much, but used her nimble little hands to comb her black and beautiful hair, tying it into braids and wrapping it into a bun, her skin smooth as fine jade, causing even women to be moved.

Lipstick applied, eyebrows adorned, obviously planning to travel to the old capital of Dongyue, this journey inevitably involves conflict with others, yet this noble-born miss calmly sat at the dressing table, showing no signs of tension, her expression serene, her profile captivating.

For her, strength is neither her reliance nor her weapon, for it was never truly hers.

Only her appearance and this shell are her entirety, the true gift from her mother, something belonging to "herself" rather than gifts from others. Since her maiden days, whenever she travels, she is always in full attire, leaving the perfect impression.

But sadly.

No one has dared to propose, nor has anyone dared to abduct her on the road, leaving her quite regretful.

"Hmm... I was a bit distracted just now. Xiao Yu, you continue, over these days you should have gathered many interesting rumors in Dongxing City."

"Yes, miss."

A crisp response.

This maid named Xiao Yu dresses plainly with little decoration, but the quality of the cloth signifies noble origins, her temperament exceptionally outstanding among ordinary cultivators, yet seeming somewhat overshadowed before this miss.

Twisting her body, she continued to lightly outline with the brow pencil for the miss, in truth the miss's appearance even without makeup surpasses all under heaven, yet she still attempts to perfect her image, charming and alluring, but this is the greatest sorrow of the miss.

That her weapon isn't her already at the peak of Core Formation cultivation realm.

But this shell.

She can only achieve her goals using this shell.

"Recently, I inquired about many interesting things in Dongxing City, like countless sect disciples from the borders of Dongyue, especially from the west and south, coming to our country to train."

"In Dongxing City, I've seen quite a few talents but they haven't entered the heartland yet, if waiting for them to reach the old capital it'll take half a month."

"Talk about the more famous ones then, among the young talents coming to train in Dongyue this time are the grandson of the Purple Cloud Palace Master, heir to Jade Radiance Palace, including Pavilion of Flowing Clouds and Fulong Valley, etc. But they all claim to be from reputable sects, miss if interacting with them is unlikely to have any good outcomes."

"Sounds pleasant, but after hearing about your family's difficulties, this group will probably choose to give up, generally speaking, most of these sect heirs think only of benefits, alas."

Sighed.

Speaking of her new discoveries while dressing Qingluan.

She's served the miss for many years, from when the miss was taken home by the family head from the brothel until now, with not much age difference between them, they can be said to be like sisters.

In their youth, they understood nothing, she could sense the miss's longing for love, wishing herself a passionate unforgettable romance, so the miss trained hard every day, just to gain enough recognition and status in the family, to choose her desired husband in the future.

But... who could have imagined since being taken home, Qingluan's fate was sealed.

Even the days spend learning to serve men in the brothel, planning to be sold by the madam at a high price, were instead the happiest days of her life.

"Only a family with substantial power could have the confidence to take me away."

"These men, although sect supremacy-oriented, are also bound by the sect, if I use some means to coax them into bed, putting aside that your miss has spent years honing bed skills, merely a child in the womb is enough to tie them down."

"Then, as the matter escalates, heading into his family sect, even if he dislikes me, under family and sect pressure, he would be forced to take me away."

"We can't have the noble Royal Family of Dongyue forcibly choose me this shameless whore as a consort, wouldn't sound good if word spread."

With a smile, a smile carrying serenity and elegance with a trace of turmoil, clearly seeking to console herself.

Hard to imagine, such a girl, seemingly like a celestial fairy, speaks of whore so casually and even about herself, with all sorts of enticing men terms, making one doubt her origins.

Describing with high-cold contrast female table seems most appropriate.

Stretching her delicate body, sunlight fusing into the room through the window, observe keenly the sunlight passing through her thin white veil, questioning the distinction between wearing and not wearing this attire.

Stretching reveals a hint of those alluring curves, raised and lowered, gracefully curved, even her upwardly stretched long legs during lazy yawns are so perfect, legs making up sixty-five percent of her body proportion, even in thickness and fatness, unblemished.

This is her achieved perfect body through near terrifying discipline of diet and exercise upon awakening, yet beneath this mesmerizing veil seems to be something dark blue slowly writhing.

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