Three days later, at the banquet in Country Z.
Tang Mo 'er pulled Lin Shiyu to the top floor of the White House. "Excuse me, please excuse me."
The two of them stood at the railings and looked down. The streets below were filled with people. The royal guards were everywhere, and there was a red carpet in the middle, welcoming all the influential people from Country A.
They were surrounded by ladies from prestigious families who were gorgeously dressed. Everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
— -I heard that the daughter of the East Duke, Ye Ruge, the son of the South Duke, Xuan Ying, the son of the West Duke, Lu Yeming, and the son of the North Duke, Feng Lihen, will all be there. I'm really looking forward to it.
— -Me too, it's my honor to be able to witness such a grand event today!
At this moment, a ravishing figure appeared, standing beside Tang Mo 'er.
Tang Mo 'er glanced sideways, it was Feng Lingxue.
Feng Lingxue was devastatingly beautiful, every single one of her facial features was like God's most perfect creation. Her face was like a silver plate, her fair skin exuding a crystalline luster. Anything that was too exquisite and perfect would always have a bewitching charm.
Even though they were both women, Tang Mo 'er wanted to take another look at Feng Lingxue every time she saw her.
"Hello, Miss Feng." Tang Mo 'er greeted.
Feng Lingxue nodded, her face cold and indifferent.
At this moment, the socialites' gazes were all on Feng Lingxue, their gazes filled with disdain.
— -Look, that's the top hostess of Ah Jiao's Room, Feng Lingxue!
— -Rumor has it that she's learned the art of seduction. Any man who sees her will be captivated by her!
— -Rumor has it that she's good at dancing. Men are willing to go bankrupt just to watch her dance!
— -Feng Lingxue is really a bad woman, a vixen!
— -Let's all stay away from her!
Hearing these words, Tang Mo 'er looked at Feng Lingxue. "Do you mind what they said?"
Feng Lingxue didn't have any expression on her face. She was cold and indifferent. Soon, her eyes lit up and she said lightly, "They're just jealous."
Tang Mo 'er smiled. She liked Feng Lingxue very much, because Feng Lingxue had a delicate heart.
It was said that Feng Lingxue had been in Ah Jiao's Room since she was young and had been trained to be good at seduction. However, Tang Mo 'er didn't think much of it. Some women were born seductive and flirtatious. Feng Lingxue was one of them.
At this moment, there was a commotion. "Oh god, look, the son of the South Duke, Xuan Ying is here!"
Xuan Ying?
Ying …
Feng Lingxue lowered her lashes and looked down. The media's spotlights flashed and the royal guards quickly stopped the commotion. Then, a bulletproof luxury car drove in slowly.
A letter was inlaid on the body of the luxurious car – X.
A big X should be the abbreviation of the name, Xuan.
However, this X was more like a black skull. There seemed to be a pair of cold and eerie eyes hidden in the skull, making people shudder.
— -Oh my god, it's my Silver Mask King!
— -Although he's wearing a silver mask, the other half of his handsome face is enough to charm me!
— -Aren't you afraid of him? I didn't even dare to look at his glassy eyes. I was so scared.
— -But I'm scared and in love at the same time!
The socialites around her had already started to become infatuated.
Feng Lingxue looked downstairs. At this moment, the royal guards opened the car door respectfully. The first thing she saw was a pair of shiny black leather shoes, followed by a pair of slender legs wrapped in tailored trousers.
Xuan Ying had come out.
Xuan Ying was wearing a custom-made black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned. It looked like a deep V-neck, revealing his muscular chest.
He wore a silver mask on the right side of his face, revealing the left side of his handsome face. The moment he appeared, he immediately caused a tsunami of screams.
Feng Lingxue's seductive eyes narrowed. It was him? Brother Ying?
So Xuan Ying was Brother Ying!
Brother Ying was the son of the South Duke!
She could hear the conversation in the Capital. She had said — -You have no money, no power, and no status, what right do you have to take me away?
— -If you're the son of the South Duke, I'll serve you willingly.
He had said — -Do you think that the son of the South Duke would be interested in a woman like you?
— -Prostitute!
Prostitute …
Feng Lingxue slowly clenched her fists. The heavens still loved to play tricks on her. After not seeing him for three years, he had already become the Silver Mask King.
At this moment, as though they were telepathic, Xuan Ying raised his head from downstairs and looked over with his black glassy eyes.
His black, glassy eyes were like the pair of eyes hidden in an X skull, cold and sinister.
Ah!
Screams rang in her ears. The socialites around her were so excited that they almost fainted.
Feng Lingxue, on the other hand, felt a chill run down her spine. She saw Xuan Ying smiling at her from downstairs.
That smile seemed to be saying — -Feng Lingxue, the game has begun.
…
After Xuan Ying appeared, Feng Lihen also appeared. But Lu Yeming and the only female general, Ye Ruge, didn't appear. It was said that they would be appearing at the banquet.
Ever since Jun Mosheng passed away, Country Z's power had fallen to Vice President Cao Ze. But Jun Chulin had taken over the military power and became the commander-in-chief. The Jun family and the Zhu family were old friends. The Jun family had supported the Zhu family's Crown Prince, Zhu Qing, and Zhu Qing became the new President.
Zhu Qing and the Jun family's third daughter, Jun Xiqing, were childhood sweethearts. Before Jun Mosheng passed away, he had arranged a marriage for the two of them.
So Jun Xiqing was Zhu Qing's fiancée and the future President's wife.
This grand banquet was their engagement party.
At the party, Gu Mohan held a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked at Xuan Ying, who was standing not too far away. Xuan Ying was standing under the bright lights, talking to Zhu Qing. Behind him, a large group of socialites looked at Xuan Ying with adoration.
Gu Mohan looked at Feng Lingxue beside him. "This Xuan Ying only returned to the Xuan family three years ago. After that, he used extremely cruel methods and blood to pave the way for the throne. He's quite a character. In just three years, he's become as famous as Lu Yeming. People no longer call him the son of the South Duke, but the Silver Mask King.
"In the future, Country A will depend on the battle between the West Duke and the Silver Mask King. The winner … will be the king."
Feng Lingxue looked at Gu Mohan impassively. "Why are you telling me this?"
From the corner of Gu Mohan's eye, he could see Xuan Ying looking over. He took two steps forward and bent down slightly to speak to Feng Lingxue, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
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