In the room, the spacious bed was enveloped in platinum featuring ivory inlays.
An expensive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, while the walls were covered in rare purple silicon mud, intricately carved with beautiful patterns.
The floor was embedded with a type of stone that was extremely rare—obsidian.
This obsidian came only from a small country in Europe, never exported.
It was said that the price of this obsidian could match that of diamonds.
Though the room was low and simple, the interior decoration was as luxurious and extravagant as an imperial palace.
This greatly broadened Yang Fei's horizons.
Lady Feijin asked Yang Fei to sit down and poured him a glass of vodka.
She spoke softly, "Rest here for a bit."
"As soon as there's any news from Cucuris, I'll let you know."
Yang Fei, smelling the strong aroma of the alcohol, was somewhat surprised.
"Do you all drink liquor here?"
Lady Feijin raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem?"