About the Sword

Zhao Shuning was seventeen this year.

That was when a young girl was at her most beautiful.

When she appeared, she slowly walked toward Wen Bo with big steps and a smile on her face.

The moment Wen Bo saw Zhao Shuning, he became distracted.

A lady from a noble family, how could she have such an attitude?

Dressed in a white smoke cage, a plum blossom skirt, a pinkish brocade dress with a pinkish undergarment embroidered with jade blue flying butterflies.

On the front of her clothes, there were a few strands of lace crocheted out. Her dress was as thin as a mist, and she wore a golden belt around her waist. She looked elegant and graceful.

"You are the Young Master Wen that Lord Lin mentioned?"

The girl slightly parted her red lips. Her aura was like an orchid. An exquisite bronze tablet rested quietly on her neck. On it, there were even faint engravings.

Zhao Shuning bowed slightly, her actions gentle and generous.