Whoooshhh~~
Whoooshhh~~
A gust of wind tore through the palace gardens, sending a cascade of vibrant petals into the air. The floral scent mingled with the fresh earth, creating an intoxicating blend that filled the senses. The sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting a golden hue on the swirling blooms, painting the scene with ethereal beauty.
In the midst of this enchanting display, a figure erged, her presence so otherworldly it seed the very wind had brought her forth.
Her silver hair flowed like a waterfall down her back, shimring as it caught the sunlight, each strand reflecting a divine radiance. A delicate crown of white flowers adorned her head, their fragrance mingling with the scent of the garden, amplifying her natural allure.
Her skin, as pale and flawless as the finest porcelain, emitted a gentle, luminous glow, as if she were a being of light rather than flesh and blood. The breeze played with the strands of her hair, making them dance around her face like threads woven by celestial hands. Her eyes, an extraordinary mix of sapphire and erald, sparkled with a brilliance that seed to hold the universe's secrets.
Gazing into them felt like diving into an endless ocean, where one could lose themselves forever.
Her beauty was more than striking—it was a force of nature. It demanded reverence—a beauty so profound that even the most hardened of warriors would fall to their knees, overwheld by her grace. The heavens themselves seed ashad in her presence, for no celestial being could rival the purity and elegance that radiated from her.
Dressed in a flowing gown of pure white, she seed to glide rather than walk. The fabric clung to her slender fra, its intricate patterns resembling the essence of nature itself—vines, flowers, and flowing water all woven into the cloth. Each step she took was like a dance, her feet barely touching the ground, as if she floated on air.
The wind, captivated by her presence, swirled the surrounding petals in a vortex of color, as if even the elents were drawn to her beauty. The sight of her amidst the spinning blooms was nothing short of a vision—a mont so perfect it seed like a dream.
"Third Princess! Please don't do this today!"
The urgent voice of a woman broke the spell, snapping the princess back to reality. Yan i, her faithful guard, approached quickly, her expression a mix of anxiety and worry.
Yue Xiang turned her head, her smile softening as she recognized the woman. "Don't worry, Yan i. Nothing will happen. Did you forget who I am?" she reassured, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze.
"Princess, nothing may happen to you, but as your guard and the one responsible for your safety, I can't help but worry! And today is an important day!" Yan i whispered, casting nervous glances around, ensuring they were alone.
Yue Xiang's laughter rang out, as lodious as silver bells, filling the air with warmth that could lt even the hardest hearts.
The garden seed to respond to her joy, the flowers swaying in ti with her laughter. Her eyes, a srizing blend of sapphire and erald, danced with mischief and delight.
Even Yan i, who had served the princess for years, felt her heart tremble at the sight. Yue Xiang's beauty was more than a gift—it was a burden.
Her allure was a force of nature, inspiring devotion but also sowing discord. The more her cultivation advanced, the stronger her connection to the life Law beca, and with it, her beauty grew more overwhelming.
It wasn't just her appearance—it was the aura of life that emanated from her, an energy so pure it could revive the dying and bring life to barren lands.
Yet, this gift was a double-edged sword. It made her beloved but also isolated her. The King and Queen, aware of both the blessing and curse of their daughter's existence, kept her hidden, fearing the chaos her beauty could unleash. Even other won were not immune to her charm, and n—n were powerless in her presence.
Yue Xiang often snuck out of the palace, and Yan i would cover for her. But today was different. Today was a day of significance.
"Third Princess, the King and Queen are waiting for you, and Young Master Jiang Tianlong, along with Patriarch Jiang, are here to see you," Yan i said, her voice laced with urgency.
Yue Xiang's frown deepened at the ntion of their nas, and the world around her seed to reflect her mood.
Boom!
Her frustration erupted like a storm, shattering the serene atmosphere. "How many tis have I told Father and Mother that I DON'T WANT TO?!" Her voice, usually soft and soothing, now roared with the power of her emotions, causing the very ground beneath her to tremble.
Immortal Qi surged from her, crackling with raw energy. The flowers in the garden, once vibrant and full of life, wilted under the weight of her anger, their colors draining as if the very life had been sucked out of them. The wind, which had once playfully swirled around her, now howled in protest, matching the storm within her.
Yan i took a step back, nervousness evident in her eyes. She had never seen the princess so enraged, and the sheer force of Yue Xiang's emotions was overwhelming.
"Princess, please calm down," Yan i pleaded, her voice shaking.
"This is not the way to handle things. You know how much this ans to your parents and the Jiang family."
Yue Xiang's breathing was labored, her chest heaving with the intensity of her emotions.
"I don't care what they want!" she snapped, her voice dripping with frustration.
"I WILL NEVER MARRY ANYONE ELSE BUT HIM! DON'T THEY UNDERSTAND?!"
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