"Princess Consort Yin, you… your face…"
Peng Tributor and the others all let out cries of disbelief.
The subtle crow's feet were gone. Her slightly loose skin had become firm and full of elasticity. Her once voluptuously mature face had become youthful and radiant in a matter of breaths.
It was a beauty that refreshed the heart and soul.
At the same time, a vigorous vitality coursed through Princess Consort Yin's body.
Facing the mirror, Princess Consort Yin herself was stunned.
No woman is immune to the charms of beauty, and no woman is without fear of the passage of time.
But in that moment, all the youth she had lost over the past decade and more had returned.
Moreover, an extraordinary aura now flowed from her.
If the former Princess Consort Yin was like a ripe peach, full of mature charm... then the current Princess Consort Yin was like a beautiful lilac, a blend of beauty, grace, and maturity, all mixed together to create an intoxicating loveliness.
