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

In Yunyou Tianfu, among the jade buildings shrouded in fairy mist, dozens of stunning beauties have already finished dressing up.

Wen Wan'er brought back the news that Li Zimo was coming, which was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples in the hearts of every beauty.

"Miss~" Lu Xiaodie tugged at Lu Xueqing's sleeve, the butterfly hairpin on her head trembling with the movement, "Is my makeup okay?"

The little maid from Yaoxiang Pavilion specially changed into a light yellow smoke gauze dress today, which made her skin look as crystal clear as snow.

Lu Xueqing gently adjusted her temples: "Very beautiful."

The eldest daughter of the Lu family wore a light blue flowing cloud dress, with a herbal-patterned ribbon around her waist fluttering in the wind, exuding a dignified and transcendental temperament.

Not far away, the former pretty widow Lin Xiumei was talking in a low voice with her sister-in-law Xu Sichun.

Lin Xiumei took off her usual plain silver hairpin and replaced it with a red jade and coral hairpin, her eyes and eyebrows full of unconcealable spring love.

Xu Sichun was still as quiet as an orchid, but the embroidered handkerchief in her hand was wrinkled.

"Junior Sister Su," Chu Mengyao gently stroked the sword at her waist, her heroic eyebrows slightly raised, "Could you please teach me the 'Butterfly Love Flower' move in the 'Hundred Flowers Sword Manual' later?"

Even in this palace full of spring scenery, this woman from the martial arts academy still maintains a straight and upright posture like a green bamboo.

Su Qing pursed her lips and smiled softly, her eyes moving: "Senior Sister, do you still want to discuss swordsmanship today?"

She deliberately pronounced the word "sword" in a subtle way, causing Chu Mengyao's white jade earlobe to instantly turn rouge.

On the other side of the hall, the beauties from Yinyue Town are a sight to behold.

Wen Wan'er was whispering to Zhao Yanran. The usually dashing Zhao Yanran wore an apricot-colored Liuxian skirt today, which was rare for her. She was so uncomfortable that she kept adjusting the hem of her skirt.

Xiao Ling leaned on Liu Rumei's shoulders, curiously fiddling with the silver silk mermaid skirt that Liu Rumei had just given her. In the dazzling light, she looked like a jade rabbit in the Moon Palace.

"Xin'er~" Yu Linglong gently twisted her slender waist, and the herbal sachet on her waist emitted a faint fragrance, "Aunt, do you like this outfit?" Her niece Yu Kexin stood quietly by the side, and only her eyes that glanced at the palace door from time to time revealed her thoughts.

Mo Li was leaning alone against the Coiled Dragon Jade Pillar, her graceful figure faintly visible under a dark gauze.

Behind this cold beauty from the Evil Shadow Sect stood her fellow disciples Mo Lanxin, Li Mengqi and Chen Manni.

Further away, Xie Sihan, Zhao Feixue, and Lin Yuting, the former concubines of the Evil Shadow Sect leader, stood quietly, like three black roses with thorns.

The girls in Bishuiyun Village were the most lively.

The two beautiful women, Liu Yunshang and Zhao Meiyue, were holding fans and laughing softly, their eyes full of mature charm.

Yue Qiangwei's eight widows - Huang Wanrong, Xu Qinglan, Jiang Rushuang, Fang Menghan, Ren Jingxuan, Zhao Siqi, Pei Wanying and Bao Mengdie - sat together drinking tea, their elegance and grace evident in the aroma of tea.

However, Ren Xiaoping, who was petite and had a small bust, stood behind her sister Ren Jingxuan with an unhappy look on her face, and a hint of inferiority in her eyes.

"Sister~" Yue Qinglian leaned close to her sister's ear, the butterfly pattern on her pink skirt trembling with her movements, "Which sister do you think my husband will favor first tonight?"

The twin sisters wore the same color hibiscus skirts, except for the teardrop moles on the corners of their eyes, one on the left and one on the right, like reflections in a mirror.

Xie Xiran sat dignifiedly on the Qingluan chair, with her former stepmother Wang Yuechan lying on her knees.

Three beautiful concubines, Zhou Yunzi, Li Yingying and Zhao Manyun, stood behind him, like a vivid picture of ladies.

The three village chiefs each have their own charm: Biyingrou is lazily leaning on her chin, Shuiyueqin is gently stroking the strings, and Yun Qingyao is playing with the jade pendant around her waist.

Huang Shiyun embraced her daughter Yan Ruyu and whispered and laughed with her best friend Yang Jingya.

In the side hall, Lin Qingyue, the impoverished princess of the Beilin Dynasty, sat alone with a cup in hand, while her guard Xu Ruolin stood beside her with a sword in hand. The master and servant had a cold and aloof temperament like a lonely moon in a frosty sky.

In front of the window, Leng Ruyan, the commander of the Linyuan City Divine Guard, was dressed in a tight suit, followed by three girls, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu and Ying'er. He looked heroic yet a little cute.

Sisters Fu Sixuan and Fu Sirui from Ziyun City were hugging Liu Yizi's arms and chatting, while Shen Mojun and Lin Shuying, the sister-in-law, stood holding hands.

Zhou Junyi's four former concubines, Su Xiaoyue, Li Ningshuang, Zhao Weiyang, and Zhang Yunshu, stood quietly by.

The four beautiful concubines of the Zhao family, Xu Zhixia, Cheng Qianqian, Ye Hanlu and Shangguan Ningxiang, sat around playing the piano. The "Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" flowing from Xu Zhixia's fingertips was very touching.

Mrs. Lin Zhao Sitong stood quietly beside the piano with a smile on her face.

Xu Luyou, Xiao Yuyao and Su Qingya, who had just arrived in the mansion, were still somewhat reserved, but they were also quietly tidying up their skirts and hairpins.

The whole hall was full of life and even the air was permeated with the fragrance of girls.

Xiangxiang, the spirit of the weapon floating in the air, suddenly brightened up and opened her red lips: "Here it comes~"

At the palace gate, Li Zimo walked in wearing a moon-white robe, and immediately everyone in the palace was filled with fluttering hearts.

The first one to fly over was the lively Lu Xiaodie. The little girl threw herself into his arms like a cheerful yellow oriole: "Husband~"

Li Zimo smiled and picked up the person, carrying him horizontally, and walked towards the inner room amid the envious or teasing gazes of the girls.