Han Feng 41    

"Bring her in!"

At Han Feng's command, the doors of the court hall opened, and a woman entered.

She was nothing short of breathtaking—her beauty so otherworldly that it seemed to halt the very air in the room. Her features were delicate yet commanding, the softness of her face paired with an undeniable strength in her eyes. Her long, ebony hair flowed like a dark river, cascading down her back in a silken wave. Her skin was as pale as porcelain, her lips painted in the lightest shade of red, as if kissed by the dawn itself.

Every movement she made was graceful, as though she were gliding rather than walking. The court officials collectively held their breath, awestruck by her presence. It was said that a woman like this could launch a thousand ships, and now, in the Emperor's court, she stood before them—a living embodiment of beauty and grace.