Her silky hair cascaded down her back, and as she danced, her ample bosom trembled in rhythm. Her long lashes fluttered, and her eyes never strayed from the man on the throne. Hidden behind a veil, she only piqued further curiosity.
After the dance concluded, she advanced gracefully and bowed deeply, "Ming Xuan pays her respects to the Emperor, may the Emperor live forever." Just then, a breeze from nowhere lifted the veil from Ming Xuan's face, revealing her entire visage: a high-bridged nose, pink lips, exuding a sweet fragrance which left the man on the throne utterly entranced.
Ming Xuan, her cheeks blushing under the Emperor's gaze, raised her timid eyes to meet his, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
"Ah, dispense with the formalities," Dugu Han cleared his throat awkwardly, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." She rose and gently retreated to the side of her elder brother, Ming Shang, and seated herself elegantly.