But late that night, a graceful, slender figure slipped into the courtyard.
At that moment, Fang Cheng was in the West Wing Study, brush in hand, painting. When he saw someone enter, he stood up and walked out of the room.
A beauty with features as if from a painting and skin like snow stood gracefully in the courtyard. Her stunning figure was accentuated by a magnificent long dress, outlining her alluring curves.
The woman's face was exquisite and radiant, her almond-shaped eyes lively and expressive. Seeing Fang Cheng emerge, she smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoist Li, the Third Lady has come for a late-night visit. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"
Fang Cheng looked slightly surprised. He sized the woman up and down, realizing that aside from a certain unique charm, the beauty before him was a world apart from the third young master he had seen during the day.
It was as if she were a completely different person.
However, there was no faking the aura about her.
