Zhao Shuning was seventeen years old this year.
It was the most beautiful time for a young girl.
When she appeared, she walked with a smile on her face and slowly approached Wen Bo.
At the first sight of Zhao Shuning, Wen Bo was completely distracted.
Could a well - bred young lady have such a demeanor?
She was dressed in a white floor - length gown embroidered with plum blossoms and flowing water, over which was a moon - colored satin outer garment embroidered with magnolias and flying butterflies, and inside was a light pink brocade bodice.
Exquisite golden - patterned butterflies were embroidered on the cuffs, and there were a few strands of lace on the front of the chest. The hem of the skirt was a layer of sheer silk gauze like a light mist. A golden belt was tied around her waist, making her look noble and her figure graceful.
"Are you the Young Master Wen that Master Lin mentioned?"
The young lady parted her red lips slightly, and her breath was as fragrant as an orchid. A delicate bronze medal lay quietly on her neck, with faint inscriptions on it.
Zhao Shuning gave a slight curtsy, her movements gentle and graceful.
This action added a touch of elegance to her.
Wen Bo was still in a daze. He looked at Zhao Shuning with a dazed look in his eyes and sized her up carefully.
He originally thought that the title of "the most beautiful woman in the world" was just an over - praise from the people in the Eastern Swamp Wilderness. Unexpectedly, the rumor was so consistent with the real person.
A pair of silver butterfly earrings hung beside Zhao Shuning's ears. She pulled up her black hair with a silver hairpin and coiled it into an exquisite willow - leaf hairpin, looking extremely fresh, beautiful and elegant.
Her eyebrows were delicately drawn, and her cherry - like lips were red without makeup. Her whole body exuded the sweet fragrance of orchid grass, looking delicate and yet a bit charming.
Every move of Zhao Shuning exuded an air of nobility. She was so beautiful that she seemed to be out of this world, like a fairy who had descended into the mortal world, waving the jade - faced silk fan in her hand gracefully and elegantly.
"Master, Master?"
It was not until his concubine beside him spoke that Wen Bo withdrew his gaze.
However, although the young lady in front of him was extremely beautiful, she was also extremely dangerous.
Moreover, he didn't like such a rigid young lady. Being with someone who only knew to follow her husband's lead would surely lack a lot of fun.
"You are the Zhao Shuning introduced by the family head."
"Yes, it's me."
"I think you should understand what the family head means."
Wen Bo hugged two women in his arms without any sense of shame.
Zhao Shuning shook her head. "I don't understand."
Wen Bo said, "Are you pretending?"
Zhao Shuning didn't want to get entangled with this man any more. It was actually a good thing for her that he didn't take a fancy to her.
"Since Young Master Wen and I don't see eye to eye, let's end this conversation here."
Without waiting for Wen Bo's reply, Zhao Shuning said to the maid beside her, "Huan'er, let's go back to the room."
"Master, look, a mere outsider dares to be so presumptuous to you."
"Maybe she doesn't know your identity. You are the master of the Celestial Fairy Gate, known as the Saint of the Sword Domain. There are so many girls who want to curry favor with you, but she doesn't take you seriously."
Zhao Shuning just smiled and didn't reply, letting them talk.
Wen Bo had been crossing his arms, wanting to see how a well - bred young lady would deal with this situation. But when he saw the look of disdain in Zhao Shuning's eyes, he suddenly got angry.
The sword with a silver - inlaid scabbard in his hand was suddenly stabbed into the floor in front of Zhao Shuning, blocking her way.
The smile on Zhao Shuning's face didn't fade.
She ignored Wen Bo and continued walking forward.
"Miss, please stop."
"Does Young Master Wen have anything else to say?"
"I, the master of the gate, am suddenly very interested in you."
Zhao Shuning stopped and frowned slightly.
"However, although your appearance is really good, your waist is not soft enough, and I don't know if your legs under the long skirt are long enough."
As Wen Bo said, he swayed and reached out his hands.
Zhao Shuning still kept smiling. She dodged Wen Bo's hands with a slight flash.
Wen Bo originally wanted to see how ashamed a well - bred young lady like Zhao Shuning would be after being molested. But unexpectedly, Zhao Shuning was so flexible.
This really surprised him.
Wen Bo said, "Anyway, the family head intends to betroth you to me. We'll be family sooner or later. Now you won't even let me touch you."
Zhao Shuning said with a smile,
"May I ask if Young Master Wen has ever heard a poem?"
"What poem? Is it a love poem you wrote for me? I've already heard from the family head that your poetry - writing skills are top - notch."
"Do you want me to recite it for you, Young Master Wen?"
"Sure."
Wen Bo thought that Zhao Shuning was taking his cue and wanted to show her favor to him.
"Look at the rat, it has a skin; a man without propriety! If a man has no propriety, why doesn't he die? Look at the rat, it has teeth; a man without self - restraint! If a man has no self - restraint, why doesn't he wait for death? Look at the rat, it has a body; a man without etiquette! If a man has no etiquette, why doesn't he die quickly?"
Wen Bo's face darkened.
Although he hadn't read many books, he could tell that Zhao Shuning wasn't praising him but scolding him for being shameless.
"What does the young lady mean by this?"
"I'm praising Young Master Wen. Can't you tell?"
Wen Bo's face was gloomy.
"Miss, although you are a relative of the family head, you've forgotten that you have the surname Zhao, not Lin. Your status is not as noble as you think."
"Thank you for the reminder, Young Master Wen. I've never forgotten this."
Huan'er stepped forward, pulled Zhao Shuning and said, "Miss, let's go back."
"Okay."
"Want to leave?"
This time, Wen Bo directly blocked Zhao Shuning's way.
"Does Young Master Wen still have something to say?"
"Isn't the position of the master's wife worthy of you?"
"I'm not worthy of Young Master Wen. In many aspects, I can't even come close to you. How dare I stand on the same level as you, let alone be your match."
"I don't like so many four - character idioms."
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
Zhao Shuning tilted her head slightly and asked, "Young Master Wen, do you really want me to ask?"
This action of hers was cute and playful. Wen Bo's heart skipped a beat when he saw her like this.
"Yes."
"I heard that Young Master Wen studies the sword and is known as the Saint of the Sword Domain?"
"Of course. I've been wandering in the martial world for so many years. I do have some fame."
Zhao Shuning smiled.
"I want to ask Young Master Wen, there are so many weapons in the Eastern Swamp Wilderness, but why did you choose to learn the sword?"
"Ah?"
"Does Young Master Wen's swordplay also have a cultivation method?"
"Of course."
Zhao Shuning: "Is it divided into the upper and lower sword techniques?"
Wen Bo: "Yes."
Zhao Shuning: "Have you learned the upper sword technique, Young Master Wen?"
Wen Bo: "I've also learned the lower sword technique."
Zhao Shuning: "There are so many moves in the lower sword technique. Is there one called the Drunken Sword?"
Wen Bo replied, "I'm best at the Drunken Sword."
The smile on Zhao Shuning's face grew wider. The women beside them looked extremely angry, but Wen Bo didn't realize anything.
Zhao Shuning: "Young Master Wen's sword is silver, right? The silver sword suits you very well."
Wen Bo: "Of course."
"Now Young Master Wen's swordsmanship must be so superb that you and the sword have become one, right?"