Celestial Maiden Yuqing's Worries

 

Meanwhile, Wang Jian strode through the opulent corridors of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, his crimson eyes glinting with a calculating purpose. He reached the grand meeting hall, its intricate jade doors parting silently before him. Inside, two figures awaited him – Celestial Maiden Yuqing and Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan.

 

Celestial Maiden Yuqing, her golden hair adorned with a phoenix hairpin, exuded an aura of regal elegance. Her face, usually etched with worry lines, held a hint of relief now. Beside her stood Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan, a woman radiating a different kind of beauty – seductive and sharp-witted, her gaze as keen as a hawk's.

 

"Wang Jian," Celestial Maiden Yuqing greeted him, her voice laced with a hint of urgency. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

 

Cui Lan, her crimson lips curved in a tight smile, mirrored the sentiment. "Indeed. Time is of the essence."