In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Just after the third watch clapper sounded, outside the wing room on the top floor of Tianxiang Tower, Ye Yuhan was holding a soft pillow embroidered with gold, and her fingertips gently traced the lotus pattern on the carved door frame.

The night wind blew through the corridor, causing a few strands of black hair on her temples to flutter gently.

"Sister Xiang'er, are you asleep?" She knocked on the door a little lighter than usual, as if she was afraid of disturbing the quiet night.

"Squeak--" The door opened, and Xiao Xiang'er stood in the lamplight wearing an apricot-colored nightgown. The golden phoenix hairpin in her hair had been removed, leaving only a wisp of black hair hanging on the side of her snow-white neck.

She held a glass lamp in her left hand and a half-opened account book in her right hand: "It's so late..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, and she keenly caught the red corners of Ye Yuhan's eyes and the bite marks faintly visible under the collar.

The account book on his fingertips snapped shut: "Come in."

In the side room, the scent of sinking incense curled up from the gilded incense burner.

Ye Yuhan sat down in front of the pearwood dressing table, and the bronze mirror clearly reflected the lingering red marks on her neck.

Xiao Xiang'er took out a cup of warm jasmine honeydew from the warming cage and handed it to her. When the silk cuff brushed against the back of her hand, it brought with it a faint orchid fragrance.

"Mr. Li...is leaving." The teacup trembled slightly in Ye Yuhan's hand, and tiny ripples appeared in the amber tea soup.

Xiao Xiang'er's hand, which was tidying the bed curtains, suddenly stopped, and the coral bead curtains rustled. "When are we leaving?"

"The day after tomorrow at noon." Ye Yuhan stared at the jasmine buds floating in the tea, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, "He invited me to go with him."

The red candle on the dressing table popped and the candle wax splashed, casting mottled shadows on the bronze mirror.

Xiao Xiang'er sat down next to her and suddenly reached out to pinch her chin:

"Could it be that you've been bewitched, little girl?" His fingertips traced the red mark on her collarbone. "He's just an old monk with a secret to maintaining his youthful appearance. He relies on his advanced cultivation..."

"He's only eighteen!" Ye Yuhan suddenly grabbed her wrist.

With a "clang", the mutton-fat jade comb fell from Xiao Xiang'er's hand, leaving a thin scratch on the blue brick floor.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and her voice changed its tone: "Eighteen-year-old King Wu?"

"It's absolutely true." Ye Yuhan lowered her voice, "He measured his bone age in front of me."

Xiao Xiang'er suddenly pressed down on her shoulders, her nails almost digging into her skin: "Do you know what this means?"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement. "With such talent, he has the opportunity to become a Martial Emperor in the future! The Divine Martial Empire won't produce a genius like this in ten thousand years!"

Ye Yuhan lowered her head and twisted her belt, the fine brocade material wrinkling between her fingers. "But my parents are old, and my brother is idle. I'm worried..."

"Stupid!" Xiao Xiang'er pinched her cheeks, leaving two shallow crescent marks.

“With just one word from Master Li, City Lord Wu will send someone to take care of it.

If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it!

She suddenly leaned in close and whispered in Ye Yuhan's ear, "Did you know that when Princess Zhaoyang of the Imperial City is looking for a consort, she only requires a martial artist who is 22 years old?"

Ye Yuhan stood up suddenly, and the embroidered pillow rolled to the ground: "I'll go discuss it with him right away."

"Wait!" Xiao Xiang'er grabbed her sleeve, her ears were so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.

She bit her cherry lips and whispered softly, "Sister... I... I also want to follow Master Li. Can you... introduce me to him..."

Ye Yuhan was stunned at first, then she covered her lips and chuckled.

She reached out and tidied up Xiao Xiang'er's messy hair:

"Sister, you are so beautiful, are you afraid that Mr. Li won't accept you? If you go, he will be so happy that he can't contain his joy."

Xiao Xiang'er unconsciously stroked her cheek: "But I... am already over 30 years old..."

"Sister, you're confused." Ye Yuhan held her arm. "I'm almost thirty, aren't I? Do you think Mr. Li despises me?"

He tapped her brow with his fingertips. "A cultivator in the Martial Spirit Realm has a lifespan of three hundred years. Thirty-something is the prime of life."

Xiao Xiang'er lifted a strand of her hair charmingly: "Really?"

Ye Yuhan pulled her to the bronze mirror.

The mirror reflected a stunning beauty: affectionate eyes beneath willow-shaped brows, a smile on cherry lips. Her figure was exquisitely curvaceous, with a waist barely slender enough to be held in one hand, yet a full bust and a graceful hip line.

"Look, sister," Ye Yuhan tapped the mirror with her fingertips, "this figure, this appearance, what's not beautiful?"

Xiao Xiang'er looked at the figure in the mirror, and her eyes gradually lit up.

"But Mr. Li is not an ordinary person after all..." She was still a little hesitant.

Ye Yuhan leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, sister. Several new beauties have arrived at his mansion these past two days—Shangguan Ningxiang, the Zhao family's convicted woman; Xu Zhixia; Cheng Qianqian; Ye Hanlu; and Commander Lin's widow, Zhao Sitong." She gave a sly smile, "But when it comes to charm, none of them can compare to you, sister? Not to mention you're a prostitute..."

"You stupid girl!" Xiao Xiang'er raised her hand to hit him in embarrassment and anger.

Ye Yuhan dodged nimbly, and a hibiscus flower swirled out of her skirt.

As they were laughing and joking, they knocked over the rouge box on the dressing table, spilling bright red all over the floor.

After the noise was over, Ye Yuhan urged: "Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes. Don't keep Master Li waiting for too long."

In the lingering heat, Xiao Xiang'er suddenly pressed down Ye Yuhan's hand as she was rubbing her back: "Really... you don't mind my age?"

Ye Yuhan scooped up a bucket of warm water and poured it on her smooth shoulders: "Seriously."

His fingertips brushed across her delicate collarbone. "Mr. Li is the one who appreciates the charm of maturity... not to mention... Sister Xiang'er still has the shyness of a young girl..."

Xiao Xiang'er was so embarrassed that she splashed water on her face, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

The bronze mirror beside the bathtub was covered with mist, blurring the reflection of two overlapping figures.

In the dim morning light, the hems of two silk skirts brushed against the stone steps in front of Li's mansion.

Ye Yuhan straightened the pearl hairpin on Xiao Xianger's temples, and the pearls glowed softly in the morning sun.

She took a deep breath, knocked lightly on the vermilion door with her slender fingers, and then pushed the door open.

The vermilion lacquered door creaked open, and the fragrance of morning dew mixed with the scent of grass and trees in the courtyard blew in.

Ye Yuhan held Xiao Xianger's arm, and the two of them walked slowly along the bluestone path.

The morning light shines through the wisteria trellis beside the courtyard wall, casting mottled shadows on them.

The jade belt around Xiao Xiang'er's waist swayed gently with her steps, outlining her slender waist that could be held in one hand.

The chest-binding design of the scarlet Liuxian dress lifted her full breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her breathing, revealing a hint of snow-white cleavage at the neckline.

Under the skirt, the round hip line is faintly visible, and every step creates an attractive curve.

Ye Yuhan specially chose an apricot-colored smoke-silk skirt today. The thin material was almost transparent in the morning light, and her slender legs were vaguely visible.

She had a silver ribbon tied around her waist, which made her waist look even slimmer. The front of her shirt was puffed out and trembled slightly with her steps.

"Master!"

Ye Yuhan suddenly let out a soft cry.

On the jade steps in front of the hall, Li Zimo was standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a moon-white brocade robe.