"Yang Zhen, curse him,"
Murong Zi seethed, her clenched teeth betraying her festering resentment.
Despite the grandeur of the banquet unfolding within the Imperial Palace, the mastermind behind this opulent affair was the Cloud Prince, Yang Zhen. It became evident that the enigmatic guest from the Seven Profound Valleys remained shrouded in secrecy before this evening. It appeared Yang Zhen had aligned himself with Ouyang Dihua, volunteering to aid in the pursuit of fetching beautiful companions.
Upon Ouyang Dihua's arrival, all eyes gravitated toward him, even the emperor acknowledging him with a subtle nod of recognition.
However, Ouyang Dihua's first glance wasn't cast towards the throne but aimed diabolically at Sam. His smile bore an insidious intent that didn't escape Sam's notice.