Three days later, at Country Z’s grand banquet.
“Excuse me.” Tang Mo’er squeezed through the crowd, pulling Lin Shiyu together with her as they headed upstairs.
The pair stood along the railings and looked down, it was crowded downstairs. The royal guards surrounded the place, with a red carpet in the middle and distinguished guests from Country A made their way in.
Many socialites and daughters of wealthy and influential families appeared all dressed up, everyone was excited as they conversed with one another.
—-I’ve heard that the daughter of the East Duke, Ye Ruge, the son of the South Duke, Xuan Ying, the West Duke, Lu Yeming and the son of the North Duke, Feng Lihen will be appearing today. I’m really excited to see them.
—-Me too! To be able to witness such a grand event today, we’re really lucky!
A lissom figure appeared, standing beside Tang Mo’er.
Tang Mo’er glanced sideways, it was Feng Lingxue.
Feng Lingxue was an absolute beauty, her facial features were basically god’s gift, perfectly fitting together. She had no expression on her face, her fair skin radiant. She exuded an inexplicable charm that was hard to ignore.
Tang Mo’er wanted to take another glance at Feng Lingxue every time she saw her, even when she herself was a woman.
“Hello, Miss Feng,” Tang Mo’er greeted her.
Feng Lingxue acknowledged with a nod, remaining expressionless. The socialites’ gazes all landed on Feng Lingxue, filled with scorn and open hostility.
—-Look, that’s the top social escort of Ah Jiao’s Room, Feng Lingxue!
—-I’ve heard that she has a ton of tricks under her belt to seduce men, once they meet her it’s as though they’ve lost their souls!
—-I heard that she’s really good at dancing, those men would willingly spend on her, even to the brink of a bankruptcy just to watch her perform a dance!
—-Feng Lingxue is a skank, a promiscuous vixen!
—-Let’s all stay away from her!
Hearing those words, Tang Mo’er asked, “Are you affected by what they just said?”
Feng Lingxue didn’t have an expression on her face, remaining indifferent but her gaze turned suggestive, “They’re just jealous.”
Tang Mo’er smiled. She liked Feng Lingxue for her honesty, she wasn’t fake at all.
Feng Lingxue had entered Ah Jiao’s Room since young and was trained to seduce men and have them fall head over heels for her. However, Tang Mo’er thought otherwise, Feng Lingxue wasn’t charismatic because of the training, she was born with it.
“Oh god, look, the son of the South Duke, Xuan Ying is here!”
Xuan Ying?
Ying…
Almost unconsciously, Feng Lingxue fluttered her lashes, looking downstairs. The media began acting up, their camera flashes all activated and the royal guards cordoned off the area. A bulletproof luxury car drove into the area.
The front of the car had a gold symbol embossed, just one character—-X.
It was a large X that stood for Xuan.
The X was just like a black skullhead, a pair of cold, inky eyes hidden behind it. It made one’s hair stand even without having done anything.
—-Oh god, it’s my Silver Mask King!
—-Even though he wears a silver mask over half of his face, just his left profile is enough to mesmerize me!
—-Aren’t you girls afraid of him? I don’t even dare to look in his eyes, it’s frightening.
—-It’s frightening but I can’t help but like him at the same time!
The socialites surrounding here had already begun behaving like lovestruck fools.
Feng Lingxue looked downstairs, the royal guards opened the car door, a pair of glistening leather shoes first appeared, followed by long slender legs that were wrapped by perfectly-tailored trousers.
Xuan Ying came out of the car.
Dressed in a designer black shirt that had two buttons left undone, it was like a deep V neck that revealed his muscular chest. Xuan Ying wore a silver mask over his right face, revealing a handsome left profile that invited the screams of the crowd.
Feng Lingxue’s pupils contracted. It was him? Brother Ying?
So Xuan Ying was Brother Ying!
Brother Ying was the son of the South Duke!
She recalled the words that came out of her mouth that day in the Capital…
‘You don’t have money, status, or power. What makes you think that you’re qualified to take me with you?’
‘If you’re the son of a duke, I’d willingly pleasure you.’
And he had said, ‘What makes you think the son of a duke would lay his eyes on a woman like you?’
‘Prostitute!’
Prostitute…
Feng Lingxue’s hands balled into two fists, the heavens loved toying with her. It had been a mere three years since they last saw each other and he had already transformed to become the Silver Mask King, wielding so much power.
As though they were telepathic, Xuan Ying who was downstairs lifted his head to glance over in her direction with those inky eyes.
Those inky eyes that were cold and chilling.
“Ah!”
She heard some shrieks, the socialites beside her were all about to faint from the excitement of seeing Xuan Ying looking in their direction.
Feng Lingxue’s limbs felt cold, she saw Xuan Ying looking at her, slowly raising the corners of his lips into a sardonic smile.
‘Feng Lingxue, the game begins now.
…
After Xuan Ying made his appearance, Feng Lihen appeared shortly after. But Lu Yeming and the only female, Ye Ruge, hadn’t appeared. They were set to appear at the banquet.
Ever since Country Z’s president Jun Mosheng’s passing, the power had fallen to the vice president, Lei Ze’s hands, but Jun Chulin wielded control over the military, becoming the highest ranking commander. With the Jun and Zhu families’ decades of friendship, the Jun family helped the eldest young master of the Zhu family, Zhu Qing, become the new president of Country Z.
Zhu Qing and the third miss of the Jun family, Jun Xiqing had a friendship formed from childhood. Before Jun Mosheng passed away, he had personally betrothed Jun Xiqing to Zhu Qing.
As Jun Xiqing was Zhu Qing’s fiancée, she was the future first lady.
This grand banquet was their engagement party.
…
At the party.
Gu Mohan held a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at Xuan Ying, who stood not too far away. Xuan Ying was talking to Zhu Qing and those socialites looked at him with admiration and slight infatuation.
Turning around, Gu Mohan looked at Feng Lingxue. “Xuan Ying only returned to the Xuan family three years ago and used brutal measures to rise through the ranks. His path towards success is fully stained with fresh blood, he’s not a force to be reckoned with. He took only three years to be on par with Lu Yeming. Everyone knows him as the Silver Mask King instead of the son of the South Duke.
“Perhaps, we have to see the West Duke compete against the Silver Mask King. The one who defeats the other would emerge as the victorious king.”
Feng Lingxue looked at Gu Mohan impassively. “Why are you telling me this?”
From his peripheral vision, Gu Mohan could see Xuan Ying approaching them. Taking two steps forward, Gu Mohan leaned down to talk to Feng Lingxue, making it appear like he had something going on with Feng Lingxue.
“As your ally, I have to remind you to not get too close to the Silver Mask King. I’ve heard from my sources that the Silver Mask King is not a normal person. He’s a sinister being, really vile and dark inside and will not hesitate to use violence.
“I can tell from his gaze that he is both ambitious and unruly. Also, I can see he has much… hatred towards you. I really hope that you can live on well, don’t let yourself be ruined by him.”
