Chapter 1: Foolish Girl with No Face to Show 1

Six bridges rest upon the waves where willows grow dark and lush, several sails slice through the screen of pagodas rising in green. The wind pushes light waves like stones plucked on a zither string, as vast breath fills the universe where emerald beauty travels.

Amidst the greenery stood jade palaces and crystal towers, and corridors and stairs paved with white jade. Upon the azure waves, cranes spread their wings, and painted pavilions could be seen everywhere.

Such beautiful scenery, if not a fairyland, was even better than one. Looking across the entire continent, such sights were rare.

In the Beichen Dynasty, only the Xiyun Garden of the late Empress possessed such beauty.

Rumor had it that Empress Yunxi was a princess of the Mi Race. Because she fell in love with the Lord of Beichen, Beichen Jue, she left the Mi Race to fight alongside him to conquer the world, eventually founding this Beichen Dynasty.

It was only a pity that Heaven envied her beauty; seventeen years ago, after giving birth to the Crown Prince Beichen Hao, Empress Yunxi passed away from a hemorrhage. The Emperor was heartbroken and built this Xiyun Garden to mourn this founding Empress, a legendary woman.

In early autumn, a cool breeze drifted and the sound of a zither echoed faintly. Inside an octagonal pavilion suspended over the azure waves, three extraordinary men were elegantly and leisurely sipping tea and admiring the scenery, conversing with one another from time to time.

One of the men was leaning lazily on a soft couch; it was actually the Crown Prince of the Nalan Kingdom, Nalan Ye. At this moment, his peach-blossom eyes were scanning the woman playing the zither wantonly, and from time to time, he would turn an amused gaze toward the man opposite him who exuded an aura of indifference. Letting out a light chuckle, he spoke: "No wonder today's zither music is so melodious; it turns out the rumored number one talented woman, Murong Xue, is personally performing for General Yelu. Truly... tsk tsk..."

Upon hearing Nalan Ye's teasing, Yelu Feng's expression grew even colder. His gaze held a hint of disgust as he looked toward Murong Xue, who, after hearing Nalan Ye's words, was looking at him with a flushed face and affectionate eyes.

The two words "Murong" were a disgrace branded upon him fifteen years ago. If it hadn't been for the Emperor's arranged marriage, how could he have ended up with such an idiot and an ugly woman like Murong Yue as his fiancée?

And the woman before him was no good either; knowing full well that he was her fiancé's brother-in-law, she had the audacity to come here to seduce him without a shred of shame.

Thinking of this, Yelu Feng couldn't help but cast a cold glance at the Crown Prince Beichen Hao beside him. If it weren't for his arrangement, how else would this Murong Xue have appeared here?

Receiving the sharp glare from his good friend Yelu Feng, Beichen Hao could only manage a helpless, bitter smile. He had no choice; he had truly been pestered by his seventh sister until he had no other option but to agree to her arrangement to have Murong Xue come and perform.

Fortunately, thank goodness, that Murong Yue did not appear, otherwise he would have completely offended his friend Yelu Feng!

"Brother Yelu, is he asking for me?" In a corner, Murong Yue asked her half-sister with a silly smile, clutching a sheet of Xuan paper given to her by Murong Shuang, her eyes filled with the light of happiness.

"Yes, go quickly! Otherwise, if Yelu Feng waits too long, he'll get angry!" Murong Shuang urged. Looking at Murong Yue's face, which was covered in festering sores, her eyes were full of contempt as she once again pulled away from Murong Yue. If she were to be infected, her beautiful face would be ruined!

"Yes, I won't let Brother Yelu wait!" Upon hearing this, Murong Yue could no longer restrain herself and rushed toward Yelu Feng, shouting loudly, "Brother Yelu... Brother Yelu!"

Hearing that voice, which sounded like a demonic obsession, Yelu Feng stood up abruptly. His face was so dark it could drip water, and his eyes burned with fury as he looked at the woman not far away, whose face was covered in sores and who was grinning foolishly. His body couldn't stop trembling—not just from anger, but also from a sense of nausea and fear. "Murong Yue, what are you doing here?"

With her disheveled appearance and that face covered in festering, oozing sores, one had to ask: how many people in this world could stand to be near her without feeling nauseated or terrified?