Today was the Silver Mask King's conferment ceremony!
Feng Lingxue sat quietly in her seat. Silver Mask King, she repeated this name in her heart.
There were a few young ladies sitting around her and they started chatting excitedly at the mention of 'Silver Mask King'.
Wow, ever since the Silver Mask King appeared three years ago, it was as if he had turned on a cheat. He had just wiped out the Wokou pirates not too long ago and now he was conferred a title.
That's right, I heard that there was an explosion at West Mountain Road a week ago. Two people died, a man and a woman. The man was the South Duke's eldest son, Xuan Mu, and the woman was the top hostess of Ah Jiao's Room, Feng Lingxue!
I know about this, everyone in the country knows about it. I didn't expect Feng Lingxue to die just like that.
Now all the plastic surgeries were treating Feng Lingxue as a specimen. I heard that many women were spending money to look like Feng Lingxue.
Look, isn't there one over there?
The two ladies winked at Xia Ling, implying that Xia Ling had undergone plastic surgery too.
She looked so real.
That's right, I saw so many plastic surgeries on my WeChat moments, but she looked the best. She was so beautiful.
No, I want to have plastic surgery too. Feng Lingxue was just too beautiful.
Stop talking! Look, the Silver Mask King is here!
The Silver Mask King was here.
Hearing this, Xia Ling's heart skipped a beat. Her gaze followed the car.
In the middle of the crowd, a bulletproof luxury car drove onto the red carpet. The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing half of a delicate and handsome face.
Xuan Ying!
Xia Ling stared blankly. Just as she was about to take another look, the luxurious car sped away and disappeared from her line of sight.
"Silver Mask King, say something."
"Kacha, kacha." The flashes of the media followed, and there was a commotion at the scene.
Xia Ling looked in the direction the luxury car had disappeared in, suddenly feeling the right side of her face hurt.
Lifting her hand, she touched the right side of her face.
There was something smooth on her palm. Even though there was nothing there, she felt as if her face had been sliced by a knife. It hurt like it was being torn apart.
What was wrong with her?
The Silver Mask King had left. She really wanted to see him again.
Don't be a love-struck fool. The Silver Mask King was an influential figure. He wasn't someone that commoners like us could come into contact with. Just live your own life.
…
The bus stopped and Xia Ling arrived at Da Da.
She did not go in immediately. Instead, she turned around and entered a barbershop.
"Miss, do you want a haircut?"
"Yes." Xia Ling nodded. She looked at her waterfall-like hair and said softly, "Help me cut it short."
Twenty minutes later, in the university campus.
"Student Xia Ling, is student Xia Ling here?"
At this moment, he heard a soft voice, "Teacher, I'm here."
The Dean and a few students looked up and saw Xia Ling walking over.
Xia Ling had cut her long hair short, and it fell on her shoulders. She had a student's hairstyle, and there were a few sparse bangs on her forehead. Her eyes were as clear as water, and her lips were bright red. She was like a beautiful water lotus, pure and moving.
She and Mu Mu were dressed in mother-and-daughter attire, a white down jacket with black slim-fit trousers. Her long legs were long and slender, and she wore a pair of white shoes. The moment she appeared, she stunned everyone.
"Wow."
Someone exclaimed. Everyone looked at Xia Ling and forgot to react.
"Ahem." The Dean was the first to react. She said kindly, "Xia Ling, come here quickly. Which faculty do you want to study?"
Xia Ling walked over, looking at the subject list and picking up a pencil. "Teacher, I'm choosing fashion design."
She ticked off 'fashion design'.
"Alright, Xia Ling. Congratulations on officially becoming a student of Da Da," the Dean announced.
Xia Ling slowly curved her red lips. Right now, her beautiful face was brimming with youthful vigor and beautiful collagen.
She was only 21 years old, and everything had just begun.
Feng Lingxue was already dead.
She was just Xia Ling.
Xia Ling and Feng Lingxue were completely different.
Feng Lingxue had a cold face and didn't like to smile. Her eyes were filled with pain and sorrow. On the other hand, Xia Ling stood under the sunlight, looking pure and beautiful. She always had a sweet smile on her face.
She was reborn.
Everything was just like in her dreams. It was too beautiful.
…
West Palace.
Fan Men walked to the door and knocked on it. Knock knock.
Soon, a deep voice came from inside. "Come in."
Fan Men pushed the door open and entered.
The dazzling rays of the morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lu Yeming stood by the window, lowering his eyes as he buttoned the silver button on his black suit.
He was a man with a jade-like face. Even the side of his face was exquisite and flawless. His expensive, custom-made suit was ironed without a single crease. He was bathed in a dazzling halo, and he looked like a charming oil painting on the streets of France.
"Master, it's time to head to the palace," Fan Men said in a low voice.
Lu Yeming lifted his handsome face and strode forward. "Mm, let's go."
After leaving the room, a maid rushed over. "Master, bad news. Miss Ye is not feeling well and can't follow you to the palace."
Lu Yeming furrowed his brows.
"Master, the original plan was for Miss Ye to follow you to the palace. Now that Miss Ye is not feeling well, what should we do?" Fan Men asked respectfully.
Lu Yeming glanced sideways at Fan Men and said emotionlessly, "I'm going to fetch Jun Xiqing."
Fan Men was stunned. Master wanted to bring Jun Xiqing to the palace?
This should be the best choice right now.
The palace was fraught with danger. Third Miss Jun had always been intelligent and would be able to assist Master well.
But …
"Master, you treated her like that last night. I'm afraid that she will hold a grudge against you and ruin your plans in the palace." Fan Men voiced out his doubts and worries.
Lu Yeming went downstairs and said impassively, "It's fine."
…
In the luxurious car.
Jun Xiqing sat in the backseat with Lu Yeming beside her. She didn't look at him, only looking out the window.
Today, Jun Xiqing was wearing a white chiffon dress with a white cape draped over it. Her long, black hair flowed elegantly down her back and a white veil covered her small face, revealing a pair of clear eyes. Although he couldn't see her face, she was as beautiful as a fairy who had descended from the heavens.
Lu Yeming was dressed in a black suit with a white handkerchief tucked into the pocket. His fringe was pushed back, revealing his handsome face. His cold aura exuded a sense of superiority and arrogance.
Fan Men glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror. For some reason, he felt that the two of them were extremely compatible, as if … they were fated to be together.
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