Women disguised as men went to the battlefield and the emperor bowed down in submission.

Lin Ruoshui looked at the people surrounding her with a puzzled expression. Four well-dressed young men pushed through the crowd and walked in.

One of the men, dressed in white and adorned with gold and jade, walked with his head held high and an air of arrogance.

Another man, dressed in a dark blue robe with a lewd face, held a fan and sketched Lin Ruoshui's figure. He revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth and said, "This young lady is curvaceous and shapely, truly a rare beauty. I've never seen such a beautiful woman in my entire life."

"Look at that face, she's so beautiful!" The third man, dressed in a dark red brocade robe, stared at Lin Ruoshui's face with fascination.

The fourth man wore a green robe and exuded a strange, pungent scent of rouge, making people instinctively want to stay away. His demeanor revealed a sense of weakness and fragility, like a soft cucumber that had been soaking in a life of luxury every day.

Lin Ruoshui thought to herself, "Have I run into some thugs? Those guys look like spoiled brats from big families. Looks like I'm in for some fun today."

Lin Ruoshui pretended to be a weak and innocent girl and said, "What do you want to do? I am a girl from a good family."

The four playboys burst into laughter. The man in the dark blue robe said, "Oh my, we love girls from good families. We're so glad to meet you here today. We'll make sure to serve you well and make you happy."

After saying that, the man in the dark blue robe approached Lin Ruoshui and reached out his lewd hand to grab her softness.

Lin Ruoshui dodged away, saying in a tearful voice, "Don't come any closer."

"Little lady, don't move. If you move again, we'll all attack you together," the man in the dark blue shirt threatened. He then reached out his hand again, and this time Lin Ruoshui didn't dodge. She grabbed the man's hand, pulled it, and then nimbly spun it 360 degrees. The man's arm was dislocated in a bizarre way, the bones shattered into pieces, and the arm was crippled in an instant. The man screamed in agony.

The man in white smiled and said, "This woman is interesting; she actually knows martial arts."

Seeing this, the guards were about to step forward and use force, but the man in white waved his hand and said, "Step back!"

The man in white looked Lin Ruoshui up and down with amusement, finding this woman increasingly intriguing. He arrogantly said to her, "Little lady, if you strip naked and serve me well today, I'll spare your life. If you don't, I'll ensure that you and your family die a horrible death."

The man in the dark red brocade robe said, "Brother, don't waste your breath on her. She injured Song Xian and is doomed. Today, let's just kill her and avenge Song Xian."

Lin Ruoshui dusted off imaginary dust and said, "To save time, why don't you all come at me together!"

Everyone was shocked, thinking that this young woman was really promiscuous, actually letting several of them attack her at once.

The man with the dark red and gold cannon said, "Then we brothers won't stand on ceremony." After he finished speaking, he made a gesture to move forward, and the three men pounced on Lin Ruoshui together.

Lin Ruoshui neither dodged nor evaded, but instead scattered lime powder from her waist, drew a dagger, and her beautiful figure swept past the three men. No one saw her move clearly, but they only caught a whiff of fragrance.

The three men simultaneously cried out "Ah!", then clutched their bleeding genitals and collapsed to the ground, rolling around.

The guards were dumbfounded. All four young masters were injured. They had failed to protect them properly, and they would surely die if they returned.

Driven to desperation, the guards drew their long swords and attacked Lin Ruoshui. Lin Ruoshui remained calm and used a fierce style of combat, completely different from anything on this continent, to defeat the guards.

Seeing everyone lying on the ground, Lin Ruoshui clapped her hands and said, "They're not even that tough. I haven't had enough yet."

So she turned to leave, but one of the guards got up, channeled his inner strength, and slashed at Lin Ruoshui with his long sword.

Lin Ruoshui sensed someone attacking her from behind. Just as she was about to react, a man flashed in front of her, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her away from the knife.

Seeing that his attack had missed, the guard slashed at Lin Ruoshui again. The man holding his waist struck out with a palm, and with a loud bang, the guard coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

The man who was holding Lin Ruoshui released her and bowed to her, saying, "Miss, you were frightened. Are you hurt?"

Lin Ruoshui sized up the man before her. He wore a blue robe, the wide sleeves fluttering gently with the movement of his wrists. His face was as gentle as jade, with a high nose bridge and slightly pursed lips, exuding an unspoken composure and restraint. His brows held a sharpness and agility, like an unsheathed sword, both mysterious and dazzling.

When Lin Ruoshui saw his deep, dark eyes, she asked, "Young master, have we met before? Why do I feel that you are familiar to me?"

The man's palms were slightly sweaty as he calmly said, "This is the first time I've seen you, young lady. I find you to be absolutely stunning. If I had seen you before, I would remember you."

The man spoke with elegance and behaved with propriety, the kind of gentleman Lin Ruoshui liked very much.

At this moment, Zhongjun and Zhao Deshun arrived in a carriage. Zhongjun saw a group of men lying in the street, groaning in pain, each with bruises on their bodies. He found Lin Ruoshui in the crowd and hurriedly asked, "What happened? Princess, are you alright?"

Lin Ruoshui said, "I'm fine. Take all the people lying on the ground to the authorities and investigate their past crimes. Make sure they receive the punishment they deserve."

Zhongjun clasped his hands and said, "Yes."

"Thank you for saving me, young master. It's getting late, so I must be leaving now. I'll definitely treat you to a drink another day when we meet," Lin Ruoshui said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

A bright smile appeared on the man's gentle and refined face as he said, "We will meet again soon, young lady, please don't break your promise."

Lin Ruoshui paused, not expecting this person to take her polite words seriously, so she continued, "It's a deal."

Lin Ruoshui boarded the carriage driven by Zhao Deshun and headed towards the palace. Zhongjun stayed behind to handle the aftermath, and the man in white also left in a huff.

……

Lin Ruoshui returned to Lingyu Palace, took a petal bath, and lay on her side on the bed in her nightgown. Her graceful figure was extremely alluring and attractive, capable of evoking endless fantasies of beauty and sensuality.

Lin Ruoshui thought about the refined man in white today. She felt that his eyes were familiar. She must have seen those eyes before, but she had been too busy lately and couldn't remember where she had seen them.

……

The refined man in white was currently painting a portrait of a beautiful woman in his study; the woman was Lin Ruoshui. Sweat beaded on his forehead and hands, yet he continued to paint meticulously. When he reached the point where he depicted the woman's softness, he closed his eyes.

He thought to himself, "That woman is so beautiful. This kind of extreme beauty has captivated my soul at an incredible speed. Now, my mind is filled with nothing but that woman."

He was having tea upstairs when he saw a group of people surrounding that stunningly beautiful woman. At first, he thought she was just a delicate flower who would be bullied by those spoiled brats. Although the woman was beautiful, he had no intention of helping her.

But when he saw that fair little hand easily break the man's arm, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. When the woman ruthlessly crippled the three men's genitals, his heart began to race. This woman was intriguing; he felt her beauty was accentuated by her ruthlessness.

When he finally couldn't resist and reached out to embrace the woman's waist, the woman's fragrance and her soft waist pressed against his body, and he felt his soul tremble and soar. He made up his mind: "This woman is mine."

Back in his study, he began to draw the woman's likeness. He felt somewhat deranged; his heart, dormant for many years, seemed to boil over, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head and lower abdomen.

The man opened his eyes and smiled, a slightly distorted smile. He rarely smiled; from a young age, he had been uninterested in anything, his life consisting solely of intrigue and killing.

This time was different. He had something that interested him; he wanted to possess her, conquer her, and make her fall in love with him.

The man laughed wildly for a long time, his hair ornament loosened, and his long hair was spread out. He lowered his head and continued to draw, sketching the woman's figure with remarkable realism.

He painted meticulously until late at night, then held up the painting and gently placed his lips on it.

He shouted to the outside world, "Someone, find me a woman."

A guard outside replied, "Yes." Soon after, a beautiful courtesan entered. The guard reported, "This woman is an honest official."

The beautiful woman was veiled in a light gauze, revealing a glimpse of spring beneath. As she approached, she saw a handsome, refined young nobleman with a face like jade. Overjoyed, she became very proactive.