The hall was decorated with countless layers of light, misty, pale gold silk.
The light was filtered into a honey-like, ambiguous soft light, enveloping the entire space.
The ground is paved with large pieces of mutton-fat white jade, so smooth that the murals and figures on the dome are clearly reflected.
The sounds of birdsong I heard earlier came from behind the silk maze.
Qin Zhaoyue withdrew her gaze from the sky, her mind already filled with some ominous thoughts.
Just then, the silk swayed, and someone was hurrying towards the palace entrance.
"Has the master returned?"
A silvery voice rang out, and her graceful figure was faintly visible.
The last layer of silk was gently parted by a flawless, white jade hand.
The first thing that catches the eye is a delicate, pristine bare foot.
Her ankles were slender, her arches were beautiful, and her toes were round and lovely like pearls, with her nails painted with deep red rosy nail polish.
A glistening drop of water slid down her ankle, leaving a shallow wet mark on the jade brick.
Finally, her figure became fully visible.
She was only draped in an almost transparent veil that clung tightly to her undulating curves, outlining a breathtaking silhouette.
Her crimson skin was soaked in water, and beneath her slender waist, which seemed too delicate to be grasped in one hand, lay a sudden burst of fullness.
A pair of long, straight, jade-like legs, water droplets rolling down her smooth skin.
The veil did not serve its purpose of concealment; instead, it made every inch of the creamy white skin and its curves even more hazy and deadly.
Looking up, her face was oval, her skin glowing like porcelain, delicate and flawless.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in green, and her eyes, like peach blossoms, had slightly upturned corners and a rare amber-gold color.
At this moment, her eyes are half-open and half-closed, shimmering with a languid and dreamy light, as if she were drunk.
It's as if a single glance is enough to captivate and enchant.
Her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were full like flower petals, painted with deep red lip rouge.
Such colors usually appear intense, but when applied to a woman's lips, they seem perfectly harmonious.
Her long, raven-feather-like hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and collarbone, adding a touch of fragile allure.
She was truly a peerless beauty, with an innate allure!
Qin Zhaoyue couldn't help but swallow, and with some difficulty, she looked away, glancing instead at the Douzhan in front of her.
From the side, his expression was normal, as if the woman in front of him was not a stunning beauty, but just an ordinary-looking woman.
This... even she, a woman, found it somewhat difficult to control herself...
Is he really flawed, or is it because he loves her so deeply?
Or perhaps, because the lurking creature is watching, it pretends to remain calm and composed.
With such a woman in front of him, Qin Zhaoyue couldn't believe he was completely unmoved!
Turning his head, Zhao Tai stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape, looking like a naive idiot who had never seen the world before.
See? This is the normal reaction a man should have.
The stunningly beautiful woman was eager to greet him, but her gaze first fell upon the figure in the wheelchair.
His excited expression froze instantly, and he immediately brought his legs together, ready to perform a curtsy.
But just as she bent down and lowered her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Dice Heart Girl being held in Zhao Tai's arms.
"master!"
He instinctively gasped, but immediately covered his mouth, his pupils trembling.
Anyone could see that Diceheart was in extremely poor condition at this moment.
His clothes were smeared with soot and fire, and there were scars that almost pierced his face, as well as remnants of a mask with curled edges.
Zhao Tai had no intention of showing any tenderness or pity. He barely managed to hug her back and legs, causing his head to droop.
The woman never imagined that her master would be in such a sorry state.
His gaze swept around frantically and helplessly; apart from the leader, all the other faces were unfamiliar.
"The big...big boss..."
Several times he opened his mouth as if to ask, but his lips trembled and he hesitated to continue.
Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips. It is said that a beautiful woman's every frown and smile is charming, and the one in front of her truly embodies this perfectly.
Like a frightened fawn, it evokes a deep urge to hold it close and comfort it.
Her voice wasn't sweet or coquettish; it was clear with a hint of husky magnetism, like fine silk gliding over the skin, or like a feather tickling the most sensitive spot on the heart.
Tsk tsk tsk...
The God of Wealth turned his wheelchair to face the five people in front of him. "Gentlemen?"
They had arrived at the Golden Pool Palace, which belonged to the Dice Heart Maiden. He didn't know what these people in front of him wanted to do.
"Enter."
Dou Zhan spoke again, his voice completely flat.
The God of Wealth nodded, turned his wheelchair around, and the sound of the wheels rubbing against the jade bricks finally woke the woman.
She quickly ran to the back of the God of Wealth's head, saying, "Boss, let me do it."
Seeing that the other party did not stop him, the God of Wealth responded with a soft "hmm".
This woman is no ordinary person; she is a trump card that Diceheart has painstakingly trained and cultivated, and she would never use her lightly.
Beauty is only one aspect; it is clearly a masterpiece of exquisite craftsmanship, yet it has a sense of returning to simplicity.
Alluring or innocent, it's hard to categorize her as either, or when she'll reveal either aspect.
It is precisely because of this contradiction that those who have seen the woman are unable to resist her allure, and once they have tasted her sweetness, they are insatiable.
This ability isn't just for men...
Of the five, apart from Zhao Tai's somewhat poor performance, the other four showed no signs of losing their composure.
Even the one with the lowest cultivation level had more admiration than desire in his eyes and was instantly drawn away from her charm.
Little did Caishen know that Qin Zhaoyue had seen far too many beautiful women in her previous life.
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