Princess Lingxia's beautiful eyes swirled, and she soon entered within, meeting a woman.
The woman's figure was graceful, and she sat sideways on a wooden chair, like a noble and lazy cat. Her ink-black hair cascaded down to her waist, her eyes as cold and clear as a mountain spring, eyebrows like verdant strokes, exuding an aura of ethereal haughtiness all her own.
Her vermilion lips were naturally red, and she wore a smile that was not quite a smile, her eyes seemingly fixed nowhere in particular, as if she were looking at you, yet as if she saw nothing at all.
Upon seeing Xu Shihan's appearance, Princess Lingxia was momentarily stunned.
Such a beauty, was this really the wife that Ren Feifan boasted was more beautiful than himself?
She finally understood that Ren Feifan hadn't lied to her; even in the Hidden Gate realm, this woman's beauty would make many so-called beauties feel inferior.
But could a woman like that really be protected by Ren Feifan?
