Traditional Fantasy: Jianghu, Imperial Consort, and the Bridal Escort

Zhou Huai'an furrowed his brow. "There's no portrait, no distinguishing features, and she was wearing a bright red mamian skirt. Am I supposed to check every beautiful woman's chest?"

Princess Yun Luo smiled faintly. "Her only distinguishing feature is a vermilion birthmark the size of a jujube pit below her left breast. Be sure not to forget that..." (Parentheses: This is a very serious traditional fantasy novel with a wildly imaginative premise. Whatever you people are up to, what does that have to do with me?)