This woman was sexy enough to sway the mind. Spectators kept stealing glances at her; some started drooling unwittingly.

Jianyao was also a peerless beauty but in a completely different manner. She was a serene, ink-wash painting with few, exquisite strokes - so remote and transcending; exceptional like a lotus flower deep in the valley - visually incredible.

On the other hand, this woman was a colorful oil painting, seemingly done by a splashing style - very eye-catching and gorgeous.

One would instantly admire and adore Qin Jianyao, treating her as a goddess in their mind.

As for the other woman, they would be tempted into taking her as their own for she was insanely seductive.

“Princess Hanyu, your presence honors our party.” Qin Jianyao personally came to greet the woman.

“That’s Princess...