If everything went smoothly, tonight Hong Yuting would be able to use her own methods and charm to establish a connection with the prestigious figure in his eyes, the second young master of the Han family in the capital, Han Yu.
Given some time, she was confident she could play Han Yu like a fiddle, thereby moving a step closer to her goal of avenging herself on Ye Feng.
However, fate ultimately played a cruel joke on her.
At the end of the banquet, those who had drunk too much naturally started speaking more freely, and Liang Mo began to boast:
"Brother Han, those sons of bitches in Northern Su all say that the Northern Border King is the True Dragon among men, and it's only a matter of time before he becomes the Great General of the Xuanyuan Nation's Nation Guard, if you ask me."
"Pah!"
"What Northern Border King? He's nothing but a stray dog chased around by others. How is such a person a True Dragon? Only someone like you, Brother Han, truly deserves those two words."