Bloodline Rose (9)

With Xavier as a son-in-law, the king was very satisfied. Xavier was outstanding not only in business but also in politics. Sometimes, the king would indirectly probe Xavier's attitude by testing the political winds, and each of Xavier's responses was almost perfect.

If such a person could be utilized by the royal family, he would undoubtedly be a sharp weapon. From the moment the invitation was sent, the king had his own plans—he wouldn't let Xavier leave.

A royal princess, wasn't that tempting enough? Not only the king and his entourage but also most of the noble young ladies at the banquet were secretly anticipating.

Duke Xavier entered the scene to the anticipation of the crowd. He was dressed in a well-tailored suit, with a slender figure, broad shoulders, narrow waist—every line was almost a perfect masterpiece. His deep eyes were like the night sky, his smile gentle and refined, and his handsome face impeccable.

People held their breath, and their gaze followed his steps—then they saw the person he was leading.

It was a young girl. She had pure black eyes and hair, delicate and lovely features, and the long dress she wore made her look like a beautiful doll.

As they approached, Xavier held her hand, and his gaze was tender, as if he regarded her as a precious treasure.

Such indulgent eyes were unprecedented.

Taff widened her eyes, her hand slowly clenching into a fist. The king and queen were also quite surprised.

"Apologies," Xavier smiled, "I took the liberty of bringing my fiancée. Please don't mind."

People had been speculating, but with that sentence, Xavier directly announced Wen Cassie's identity—his fiancée.

Fiancée. Taff tightly gripped the tea cup in her hand.

Fiancée!? When did he get a fiancée?

Clearly, this was just his excuse to reject the royal family—deliberately showing disdain to the royal family.

"My fiancée is visiting the capital for the first time and is a bit shy," he continued with a polite smile, "please take good care of her."

Wen Cassie pursed her lips, quietly playing the role of a mascot.

Regarding all this, Xavier had already briefed her—whatever he said next, she should remain silent as usual. Her presence here was the most significant help she could provide him.

This man was cunning like a fox, Cassie thought.

Under the gaze of the guests, people gradually took their seats.

Xavier, originally accompanying Cassie, was summoned by the king.

He frowned slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes. A human king? He only entered the human world out of the need to consolidate power, preferring to keep a low profile and maintain a distance from the royal family.

Unfortunately, the royal family kept bothering him, sending one daughter after another to him. If the consequences weren't so troublesome, he would have resolved the issue long ago.

Politely responding to the waiter, he bent down to kiss Cassie's long hair. "Your Majesty, I'll be back in a moment. Don't wander off. Be good."

Cassie watched him leave.

She had no interest in this kind of social scene. Coming here was just to give Xavier face.

She couldn't eat human food, and the drinks were also off-limits. All she could do was stare blankly at the people on the dance floor.

How boring.

She absentmindedly picked up a glass of red wine, suddenly remembering the taste of Xavier's blood.

Sweet, a bit nostalgic.

The red wine had only the taste of alcohol, with low alcohol content and little spiciness. Cassie wrinkled her brow after taking a sip, placing the glass aside with regret.

A woman wearing a small golden crown approached. Her features were bright, her eyes deep, a typical royal bloodline appearance. The long dress trailing on the floor made her look elegant and composed, especially when she saw Cassie, a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Just a girl who came out of nowhere, taking the title of Xavier's fiancée.

Marriage required equal status, and a noble marrying a commoner would be criticized for a lifetime. What qualifications did she have to become a duke's wife?

Her smile became more pronounced, sitting across from Cassie and saying, "Hello."

Cassie glanced at her indifferently, not saying a word.

She was never talkative, having been immersed in cultivating and rarely interacting with the outside world. Dealing with people was not her strong suit.

She understood, but she didn't want to say. After all, watching Xavier manipulate her was quite interesting.

The woman exuded a peacock-like arrogance, her tone condescending, and the class divide was clear.

Seeing that Cassie didn't respond, her smile stiffened, clearly showing a bit of displeasure. "You are Duke Xavier's fiancée, right?"

Cassie lowered her eyes, taking a sip of red wine.

Her light and airy attitude further infuriated Taff, who stepped away.

Originally full of confidence, she hadn't expected this commoner to remain calm from start to finish, as if nothing could pique her interest. It was like punching cotton.

Since that was the case, let her pay the price she should pay.

After she left, Cassie looked thoughtfully at the glass of red wine in her hand.

The body of this vampire queen possessed innate powerful talents, and as a cultivator, she had enough strength to effortlessly wield these talents.

Although she usually stayed under Xavier's wings, it didn't mean she couldn't do anything.

Taff had tampered with this red wine.

Cassie couldn't understand what she did. Was it magic? It seemed that some humans had the innate talent to become wizards.

This kind of thing was ineffective against her, and she wasn't afraid to drink it herself. The question was—what did Taff want to do?

This princess didn't seem to know how to raise her, full of petty and shallow calculations. Even Xavier's leftovers were more than she could handle.

Without waiting for her to think further, a young man approached.