The young woman seemed to sense their gazes and glanced in their direction. After giving them a slight nod, she turned her attention back to Zhao Jing.
Wang Jun couldn't help but blurt out a line of poetry, "A beauty to overshadow the ages, a face that puts the lotus to shame."
He had always thought the ancients exaggerated. 'How could any young woman really be that remarkable?'
All he had ever seen in reality were ordinary women, who at best possessed a simple, girl-next-door charm.
Only today did he realize it was simply because he had never encountered one before.
At that moment, a series of poetic lines, relevant or not, surfaced in Wang Jun's mind: "The lady by the jug, fair as the moon, her bright wrists like frosted snow," "Her jeweled chignon loosely coiled, her face fair with the lightest touch of powder," and "Her sad, lovely face streaked with tears, like a pear blossom branch touched by spring rain."
