After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Sun Linlin had no choice but to squat there miserably, massaging Chen Futu's feet until her wrists ached.

She really couldn't do this kind of servant's work.

After finally washing Chen Futu's feet, she asked someone to bring a basin of water so she could wash his face.

Chen Futu, however, once again pushed away her restless little hand and said drunkenly, "It's getting late tonight, I should go back."

"Huh? You can't leave!"

Sun Linlin couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward to block their way, looking both cute and fierce.

She realized that the guy in front of her was just playing her!

Chen Futu raised an eyebrow and said, "Miss Sun, are you asking me to stay overnight? I'm afraid that would damage your reputation. That's not appropriate, really not appropriate."

"Are you kidding me!"

Sun Linlin was so angry that she almost cried.

That night, she tried everything—posing seductively, giving him a foot massage—but still couldn't touch Chen Futu's face.

Just then, a gentle female voice came from inside the courtyard, "Is Young Master Qin here?"

It's Diao Chan!

Chen Futu was overjoyed and stopped pretending to be drunk. He quickly walked past Sun Linlin and went out the door, and Sun Linlin followed curiously.

In the moonlit courtyard, a woman with a snow-white cloak and a beautiful face like a peach blossom appeared out of nowhere. She led a crimson divine steed, standing gracefully like clouds and mist, seemingly real yet illusory.

Looking at her face again, not only Dian Wei and the Sun family, but even Chen Futu himself gaped open.

What an unparalleled beauty!

When I first met Liu Long and Guan Xing, I thought they were celestial beings. Now, looking at Diao Chan, even those two would probably feel ashamed of themselves.

Diao Chan stood there quietly, her black hair flowing like ink, her eyes as elegant as orchids. Her ethereal beauty, with its flawless skin and jade-like bones, seemed unlike any ordinary woman. As described in Cao Zhi's "Ode to a Beautiful Woman," her light robes fluttered in the wind, her graceful glances left a radiant glow, and her long sighs were as sweet as orchids.

Her character is based on the chaotic world at the end of the Han Dynasty. She possesses a unique blend of resilience and gentleness, far from the frivolous and seductive image people often portray her as, who is actually a fox spirit in order to carry out elaborate schemes. Instead, she carries a sense of loneliness and alienation as she walks alone through a chaotic world.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the Qingren city and then the Qingren country."

Chen Futu approached Diao Chan and gazed into her eyes.

She smiled, a smile so beautiful it was breathtaking; Chen Futu felt his heart almost stop beating.

Previously, people praised the beauty of Guanyin as dreamlike, but now, the assessment of Diaochan is that she is not real at all. It's as if she would disappear if you reached out your hand. She is too illusory and ethereal. No wonder she is one of the four great beauties in Chinese history. It is not an exaggeration to say that she was the most beautiful woman of her time.

Or perhaps, the system, based on the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, fabricated a perfect Diao Chan that never existed.

"Young master, it's time to go back."

Ignoring everyone else, Diao Chan gently took Chen Futu's arm.

Chen Futu, feeling dizzy, mounted Red Hare and led the way, glancing back at the dazed Sun Linlin before leaving. "I advise you not to try anything with Young Master Qin, or I'll make you disappear."

"I, I know..."

Sun Linlin was so frightened by the cold gaze and words that she knelt down on the ground with a thud, her whole body covered in goosebumps.

The stunningly beautiful woman's gaze gave her the sudden illusion of being looked down upon by the heavens, and the oppressive aura of a saint almost caused her to explode and die.

Dian Wei snapped out of his daze and quickly chased after him out of the mansion.

Only after the three left did the Sun family realize what had happened.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Sun Wei ran to Sun Linlin's side and asked nervously.

Sun Linlin seemed to wake from a dream, instinctively spreading her hands, her palms covered in cold sweat. "Brother, that woman, she's so scary..."

"I know."

Sun Wei's expression was solemn. He had just felt an indescribable pressure. He had never even felt such a terrifying aura from his father, who was a grandmaster. It was as if all living beings were ants, and could be cut off in an instant.

"It's so beautiful, it's indescribable..."

Sun Feng was still standing there, stunned.

As the second son of the Prince of Kaiping, he had seen many exceptionally talented and beautiful women. He used to think they were the most beautiful women in the world, but compared to the woman just now, what were they? There was no comparison at all!

"That girl just now must be a true immortal, she must be!"

Sun Feng muttered to himself, staring intently in the direction Diao Chan had gone, as if he were possessed.

The next second, a slap landed on his forehead. He snapped back to his senses in pain, glaring and yelling, "Brother, why did you hit me!"

"I'll teach you a lesson! You dare to have ideas about the Northern Frontier King's woman? Do you have a death wish?"

Sun Wei scolded him with exasperation.

Sun Feng shrank back and muttered, "I was just looking..."

"You can't even look! Remember this: from now on, stay away from the royal court. If you see any of the Northern Frontier King's women, stay even further away, do you hear me!"

"heard it."

Sun Feng said this, but his heart was already deeply imprinted with that peerless figure, leaving no room for anything else.

Seeing his expression, Sun Wei felt a headache coming on. He knew that the man hadn't listened to him, but he couldn't care less about that now. The honey trap had failed, so he had to think of another way.

Streets of Longcheng.

Chen Futu looked at Diao Chan, who was leading the horse forward, and asked, "Chan'er, would you like to ride with me?"

"If Your Majesty requires it, I will personally provide it."

Diao Chan smiled, and Chen Futu felt his bones melt from her smile.

No wonder people say she's a femme fatale who brought ruin to the country; she perfectly embodies those four words. Anyone else would probably have been unable to resist pulling her into a horse-riding session long ago, and would definitely have been immersed in her beauty day and night.

Dian Wei followed beside Diao Chan, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

After noticing this, Diao Chan turned around and asked, "General Dian, are you hostile towards me?"

Dian Wei's expression darkened. "I think your presence is a threat to the King."

"Is it?"

"Prime Minister Zhuge and the others do not want Your Majesty to indulge in women, and you are too beautiful, which is not good, so I hope you will stay away from Your Majesty."

Dian Wei touched his twin halberds and said very frankly.

Chen Futu's face darkened. "What nonsense are you spouting, you idiot? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"I'm not joking. This woman must not be allowed to live. It would be better to kill her."

As soon as Dian Wei finished speaking, Diao Chan stopped in her tracks. She turned around and looked at Dian Wei, who asked, puzzled, "What are you looking at?"

Diao Chan said, "I am the king's songstress, and like the general, I am a close attendant."

"Your Majesty, you have me, Ake, and Consort Ge. Why don't you leave Dragon City? I can give you a settlement allowance."

Dian Wei was serious and pulled out his money bag.

Chen Futu scolded, "How dare you be rude!"

"Your Majesty, we cannot let her live."

As Dian Wei spoke, he drew his twin halberds, the killing intent in his eyes growing stronger.

Seeing this, Diao Chan released the reins, and a hint of coldness appeared on her seemingly smiling, beautiful face. "General, you may not have the ability to kill me."