When Chen Yuting had given up all hope, she was astonished to find that the arrow, as if endowed with spirit, slipped past the goddess Venus's eyes. As Venus rushed after it, the arrow moved even faster, swooshing down from the sky and landing right before Chen Yuting. Chen Yuting could hardly believe her eyes. When the arrow finally struck her heart with joyful precision, she gasped and spat out a thick stream of dark blood. This blood—known to be the deadly poison of the Murdering Mirror—was miraculously neutralized by the love arrow of the God of Light. Even the goddess Venus could not believe it: love, it seemed, possessed such divine power, capable of healing the sick. Chen Yuting's once lifeless body now regained its vitality, and the deep, oppressive blackness that had settled upon her vanished like mist. Gao Liang was struck by Chen Yuting's delicate and charming appearance. He was amazed—how Chen Yuting had transformed so beautifully, now radiant with love. Even the goddess Venus, though slightly envious, personally blessed Gao Liang and Chen Yuting, placing a diamond necklace inscribed with the heart of the god of love around Chen Yuting's neck. Holding her hand, she prayed: "In the name of the god of love and the goddess of beauty, I bestow upon you a happy, fulfilling love. You will build a happy home together. You will be the most loving and beautiful couple in the world!" "Thank you! Thank you, God of Love! Thank you, Goddess of Beauty!" Chen Yuting was truly touched, tightly held in Gao Liang's hands. "I grant you love. I grant you unparalleled beauty. I grant your husband even greater affection and care in the years ahead. Do you know? Just now, I tested your connection with your husband. Though he has been away from you for several months, he has remained deeply in tune with your heart—your souls are perfectly aligned." He is a truly dependable and excellent man—since God created humanity, no man has been more outstanding than your husband, certainly not counting the true God who created all things! Venus goddess sincerely wished good fortune upon Chen Yuting and Gao Liang. Chen Yuting and Gao Liang gazed at each other deeply, their hands tightly clasped, never letting go. When they looked up, they found that the goddess had vanished, and where they stood now was a magnificent palace complex. "This is the royal residence of the French emperors and their consorts!" Gao Liang, who had recently visited France and studied French history, had seen references in his materials about the various royal buildings within the Louvre, and quickly recognized the palace before them. Chen Yuting was stunned. Red carpets covered every corner, the columns gleamed with golden splendor, and valuable furnishings were arranged neatly, further enhancing the regal elegance. Highlight wore the royal regalia of the French monarchy, while Chen Yuting? She wore the regalia of a French queen—no, specifically the attire of the Napoleonic era. Highlight himself donned the royal garments of the Napoleonic period, and at that moment, Chen Yuting fully embodied the image of a queen, exuding grace and elegance. "Is this real, husband? Am I dreaming?" Chen Yuting, amazed by the sudden transformation of the scene, asked her husband. Highlight affirmed with certainty, "Yes, it's true! We've traveled through time—transported to the Napoleonic era, to experience life within the French royal court!" As he spoke, a group of French court maids arrived, bowing to Chen Yuting and saying, "Your Majesty, Your Grace, please dine!" A total of thirty-six maids came, each carrying a beautifully arranged French court dish, fragrant with aroma. They moved with graceful steps, their open skirts revealing smooth, fair legs, exuding a most alluring sensuality. The French lady, a French court attendant, caught high-light's attention as he admired these attendants—quite different from the Chinese court maids. These French maids exuded a more sensual grace, especially their full, generous breasts, which were notably larger than those of the Chinese beauties—truly ample and well-rounded, making high-light's heart flutter. Without thinking, he gently massaged one of the maids seated beside him. The maid didn't flinch; before this sovereign ruler of France, she only knew obedience. Indeed, if she could win the favor of this emperor, prosperity, noble status, and honor would surely follow. Closing her eyes, the maid waited for the emperor's grace, only to find that he didn't kiss her. When she opened her eyes, she saw the emperor passionately kissing the empress. To her surprise, the emperor admired her, yet didn't love her—his true affection lay with the empress at his side. The maids gracefully withdrew, leaving only high-light and Chen Yuting in the vast imperial chamber. After enjoying the French court cuisine, Chen Yuting rested briefly before being invited by several attendants to bathe in the grand bathroom. This spacious bathroom featured a serene setting where the attendants undressed her and gently carried her into a bath surrounded by peach blossom petals. "Wow! How beautiful! Our queen is truly an Eastern beauty—what a surprise!" the attendants exclaimed as they removed Chen Yuting's garments, especially her regal crown. "Now the Emperor favors Eastern women—how remarkable! Our queen's figure is so well-proportioned and possesses such strong charm!" One attendant admired Chen Yuting's beauty. "If I could be reborn once more, I'd rather become an Eastern woman!" another remarked. Surrounded by these French court ladies, Chen Yuting felt an unprecedented happiness flowing from her feet to her hands, radiating a deep sense of contentment throughout her body. At that moment, one of the maids pressed her fingers to her lips, signaling everyone to be quiet: "Be quiet—the Emperor is arriving!" Indeed, as the maids turned, they saw the Emperor arrive. While the maids attended to Chen Yuting, the Eastern beauty, bathing her, combing her hair, massaging her, kneading her back, and scrubbing her body, Chen Yuting was being carefully and thoughtfully cared for by the French-style court attendants. Among the high-ranking wives, Chen Yuting was undoubtedly the busiest. As the capable and devoted wife, she was constantly busy with matters concerning the "Desire to Become a God" group, and High Light never neglected her—offering her a high salary and genuinely showing care and attention. Just then, High Light arrived, holding a cluster of French grapes, and addressed the maids in the bath: "You all have a reward! These are for you!" And with that, he scattered the grapes into the bath. Thirty-two maidservants drifted about in the bath, their water constantly rippling. The ladies' fair skin glistened, their full breasts swaying up and down in the waves, as if the water itself were in tumult. The maids attended the empress in her bath, mostly nude, and their graceful forms were especially striking to Gao Liang. He could not help but admire the springtime beauty of these French maidservants. Some received grapes, others did not; Gao Liang tossed more, prompting a lively scramble among the maids. Ah! Gao Liang watched with delight at the splendid scene unfolding before him.