All the way, colorful lanterns were hung high, and the long corridor was filled with big red lanterns. The candlelight in the lanterns illuminated the corridor as bright as daytime.

  The busy palace maids and eunuchs, seeing her, only slightly bowed their heads before hurrying away.

  On the road, they occasionally met a few foreign envoys from small countries. When they saw Yan Xijun with his fluttering clothes, their eyes shone brightly, and they didn't even dare to breathe heavily. They may have never seen such a beautiful concubine before.

  Yan Xijun seemed to have already seen it all, smiling politely and nodding her head in greeting before leaving with the two palace maids.

  A whiff of fragrance wafted by, and several envoys stared blankly at the increasingly distant figure, forgetting how to react.

  "Master, look at those envoys' appearances, how silly!" Wen Qin said with a smile to Yan Xijun.

  Xue Lian also joked: "Yes, they seem to be infatuated with the master, who let the master look so beautiful?"

  "Exactly, my young mistress is naturally beautiful. Even with light makeup, she's much more attractive than those heavily made-up women."

  Yan Xijun rebuked in a soft voice: "You mustn't talk nonsense, just walk quietly."

  When their master said that, Wenqin and Xuelian exchanged a helpless glance and smiled at each other before obediently shutting their mouths.

  Several people walked a little further, at the corner of a corridor, Yan Xijun, who was walking in front, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing by, and the figure in front of him flashed, his body lost control and fell to the ground.

  "Master." Several cries of surprise rang out at the same time, and without thinking, it was clear that they were the voices of Wenqin and Xuelian.

  Yan Xijun hadn't even seen who had bumped into her before she fell to the ground, sitting on the floor with a thud, the pain making her want to cry out in distress. But then she thought that this place was very close to the Qiankun Hall, where people of high social status were everywhere, and if they saw her in such a disheveled state, wouldn't it be a loss of face?

  Considering her identity and image, Yan Xijun forcibly suppressed the painful scream, she was so flustered that she wanted to get up immediately, but the pain made it difficult for her to stand up for a while.

  "Sorry!" Along with an apologetic voice, a large hand reached out to her.

  Yan Xijun didn't even bother to see who was apologizing to her at this time, she just wanted to get up quickly, so she naturally pulled on that hand and used someone else's strength to stand up.

  "Are you okay?" A concerned voice rang in her ear, forcing Yan Xijun to lift her head.

  A handsome young man with a head of black hair tied up with a purple ribbon, the remaining black hair hanging straight down to his shoulders, looking clean and natural.

  The young man's age was about 15 or 16 years old, and his strange attire and facial features did not seem to be from this country, he should also be a foreign envoy.

  What caught Yan Xijun's attention was not the beautiful young man's appearance, but his amber-colored clear eyes, which were so clear that no impurities could be seen. The amber-colored pupils seemed to be a naturally precious gemstone.

  These days, it's rare for anyone to have eyes as clean and pure as his, let alone a boy.

  "Master, what's wrong with you?"

  The voices from behind finally brought Yan Xijun back to her senses. She turned around and shook her head at Wen Qin and Xue Lian.

  Yan Xijun shook her head and comforted them: "I'm fine."

  "You scared us to death." Wenqin said, she bowed her head to examine the master's body all over, wanting to see if he had bumped into anything. While checking, she scolded the culprit who was standing next to her and had bumped into the master: "You blind servant, how do you walk on the road? You even dare to bump into my master..."

  Wen Qin scolded herself, muttering to herself until Xue Lian pulled her sleeve and stopped her. She looked up in confusion, following Xue Lian's gaze.

  Good heavens, this young man is really handsome!

  When Xuan saw the beautiful young man for the first time, her first feeling was that he was too handsome. She couldn't believe there were boys in this world who looked so good-looking. Her face unconsciously turned red with shyness, and thinking of her previous outburst of anger, she felt a sense of shame, and her face became even redder.

  Xia Sa didn't expect that the person he accidentally bumped into would be so beautiful. From a young age, he had never seen such a stunningly beautiful girl. It seems that this trip to Zhongyuan was worthwhile after all.

  Originally, the emperor had not considered sending him to Zhongyuan, but he himself begged and pleaded with the emperor, who finally agreed to let him go with several envoys to Xilin State to celebrate the birthday of the emperor there.

  He has always been curious about the Central Plains, likes the profound civilization there, likes the strange customs there, likes the beautiful clothes there, and now adds one more thing, that is, he likes the beauties here.

  Before he met her, he thought that the parties in Zhongyuan were nothing special, and women weren't even as beautiful as those from their own country of Xia.

  He had been used to seeing singing and dancing at banquets since he was a child, and he was also a bit repelled by this boring form, so he didn't stay long at the banquet and came out to get some fresh air.

  What luck! As soon as I came out, I bumped into her, who was as beautiful as a fairy. Judging from her clothes and dress, she didn't seem like a palace maid. With the two palace maids beside her looking so tense, she should be a concubine.

  However, the emperor's woman he also wants, tonight, he will definitely bring her to his side.

  Xia Sa's momentum was overwhelming, and he suddenly opened his mouth to ask: "Are you the emperor's woman?"

  He didn't expect her to not only not answer his question but instead ask him one: "Are you a messenger?"

  Yan Xikun thought to himself, apart from foreigners, people from the Central Plains couldn't possibly have eyes as clean as these.