Chapter 221: Beauty

Including the one called the beauty pinnacle of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, the Qingyun Sword Immortal's daughter Ling Qingwu, whose aloof and stunning looks, when compared with Ye Qingran, still lack something.

Several disciples of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect were thoroughly dazzled, their faces as if slapped a few times, burning hot, unable to recover for a long while.

They never imagined that in the tiny Donglin Country there could be such a beautiful woman—she is three points more beautiful than the first beauty of their Xuan Yuan Sword Sect, let alone Ling Qingwu…

When Ling Qingwu saw Ye Qingran's appearance clearly, a dark glint flashed in her eyes.

The hand under the table clenched tightly.

Ling Qingwu absolutely will not permit anyone weaker than her to be more beautiful than she is! Therefore, Ye Qingran, your appearance—I, Ling Qingwu, will definitely ruin!

A surge of killing intent emanated from Ling Qingwu's surroundings, then quickly dissipated into nothing.

When Ye Huanhuan saw Ye Qingran lift the veil, a vague anticipation rose in her heart, even praying that Ye Qingran's face would be rotting, large patches of putrefied flesh infested with maggots, utterly disgusting.

But when she saw Ye Qingran's features clearly, her pupils narrowed sharply, and she stepped back in disbelief.

"How could this be? How is she still so beautiful?!" Ye Huanhuan silently exclaimed in her heart, her heart suddenly sinking to the bottom.

That face was still familiar, features exquisitely flawless, skin supple enough to burst, nowhere did it look disfigured.

The imagined rotting skin covered with maggots simply did not exist!

The only imperfect part was a small red bump on her face, like a mosquito bite. Yet this little bump not only failed to affect her beauty, but even added a touch of worldly charm to her ethereal, unreal visage!

It actually became a bonus point!

"Ye Qingran, didn't you say you were disfigured? You're lying! Why did you deceive people?!" Ye Huanhuan could not accept this fact.

The more Ye Qingran is unmatched in beauty, the more she feels her own looks are utterly plain, worlds apart. If Ye Qingran is a celestial fairy, then she is a Shura from hell!

Xia Zhimeng crossed her arms, clicked her tongue lightly, and said in an obvious tone, "For a great beauty, isn't a mosquito bite on the face a human tragedy? Ye Huanhuan, the real beauty's troubles are something a hideous freak like you can't understand!"

Hideous freak?

"Xia Zhimeng, who are you insulting?!"

"Who did I insult? I didn't insult anyone! If you yourself are a beauty, why care whom I insult? It's only because some people aren't beauties that they jump and go crazy…"

Mu Qingrou's reaction mirrored Ye Huanhuan's. She also did not expect that she had been set up by Ye Qingran, and instantly stood up in anger, "Ye Qingran, you lied to win! Is it meaningful to claim the throne of the first beauty by such despicable means?"

Ye Qingran shrugged, "I guess everyone's standards of beauty differ. A mosquito bite leaving a lump on my face is indeed no different from disfigurement to me. Isn't that how you all usually are?"

Ye Qingran's sharp, autumn‑like eyes fluttered, looking extremely innocent.

Many people, upon hearing that, twitched the corners of their mouths.

Is this the burden of a top‑tier beauty?

People with ordinary looks like them will probably never understand!

"Ye Huanhuan, don't just be angry; quickly show everyone your peerless, enchanting beauty that could make fish sink, geese fall, the moon hide and flowers blush! Who knows, you might even be prettier than Ye Qingran!"

Xia Zhimeng, enjoying the spectacle and not minding the drama, deliberately emphasized the four words 'stunning beauty', infuriating Ye Huanhuan into a fit of gritted teeth.

She dares to conclude that Xia Zhimeng must have known something!

Zhao Shi, beside them, was anxiously flustered.

This cloak must never be lifted, otherwise Ye Huanhuan will become a laughingstock tonight!

Ye Yu, however, was unaware of this matter. She found Ye Qingran displeasing and wanted Ye Huanhuan to display her looks to suppress Ye Qingran, dampen her sharpness, so she urged, "Huanhuan, show everyone your looks!" Though Ye Huanhuan is not as good as Ye Qingran, the difference is negligible, and with Xuan Yuan Sword Sect disciples present, the throne of the first beauty tonight must belong to Ye Huanhuan.

"Yes, Huanhuan, let everyone see your looks; rest assured, we will definitely help you seize the position of the first beauty!"

"Huanhuan, don't worry; My Palace has also seen your looks, it's probably a matter of personal preference. I still think your looks are a bit more outstanding; I think others feel similarly."

Gu Huanghou spoke leisurely.

Many people, upon hearing that, nodded in agreement. Even if they didn't truly think so, the empress's flattery must still be praised.

"The empress's taste is indeed beyond His Majesty's expectations," hearing Gu Huanghou say that, Donglin Emperor couldn't help but retort.

I have also seen Ye Huanhuan; she is definitely not as good-looking as Ye Qingran!

Gu Huanghou's outward demeanor was untroubled, but inside her heart roiled like a raging river, full of crossing hatred.

Damned Ye Qingran, even His Majesty was seduced by her?

What a shameless Fox Spirit!

Ye Huanhuan remained unmoved, head lowered, not knowing what she was thinking.

Dongfang Qingxuan was somewhat displeased. After all, Ye Huanhuan is his Crown Princess; her performance at tonight's palace banquet directly concerns his reputation. If Ye Huanhuan turns into a shrinking turtle that refuses to reveal her looks, then later people will still mock him, the Crown Prince!

"Huanhuan, didn't you hear Mother Empress's words?"

The displeased voice entered Ye Huanhuan's ears, and her whole body shivered.

No, she did hear it, but…

She slowly turned her face aside, her gaze like a sword aimed at Ye Qingran, imbued with a deadly poison that kills on contact.

She understood that the reason Ye Qingran unusually wore a veil tonight was to humiliate her! Her hair and face were Ye Qingran's masterpiece! She had long known she would look ugly, so she deliberately wore a veil, then used the first beauty gimmick to play her like a puppet!

"Ye Qingran, you slut!" Ye Huanhuan, standing beside Ye Qingran, whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"It must be you, right? It's all because of you!"

"Ah, you discovered it! I'm laying my cards out; your hair and your face are my work, so? Are you angry?" Ye Qingran smiled faintly, yet spoke words that would infuriate anyone; those unaware would think the sisters were having a pleasant private conversation!

Ye Qingran previously didn't have so many convoluted schemings; now, influenced by her mischievous son, she also began to play these little tricks!

Ye Huanhuan's anger twisted her innards.

She forced herself to endure.

After a while, she exhausted her greatest patience and declared, "I concede!"

What?

Ye Huanhuan conceded?

She herself admitted she couldn't match Ye Qingran?

Mu Qingrou could hardly believe it; how could Ye Huanhuan publicly admit she was inferior to Ye Qingran? That was impossible before!

In the surprised looks of the onlookers, Ye Huanhuan slunk back to her seat, met Ling Qingwu's gaze, and explained, "Senior sister, I truly am not in a good condition…"

Ling Qingwu didn't blame her, gently shaking her head, "I know. It's fine." Ye Qingran's appearance even she felt inferior to, Ye Huanhuan admitting defeat was nothing.

"Just admitting defeat like that?" Xia Zhimeng couldn't hide her disappointment. She wanted to see Ye Huanhuan make a fool of herself in public! Never expected she would actually choose to admit defeat!

Ye Qingran didn't find it strange at all.

How could Ye Huanhuan easily reveal such an appearance? Compared to not being able to claim the top beauty throne, it's obviously more important to preserve oneself wisely.

However, Ye Huanhuan, you may escape the monk, but you can't escape the temple!

Ye Qingran curled her lips wickedly, returning to her seat as if taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.

The banquet has just begun, the good show is still to come!