CHAPTER 782: CHAPTER 482: ROSE PRINCE NATASHA!

Of course, this was not the music for the opening dance, but rather background music that pleased both body and mind...

The light music flowed as people conversed cheerfully to its lively rhythm, and soon, the second toll of the bell sounded.

Sui Yi saw Yosef, a policeman from the London Region. He was standing with someone, both of them whispering something... She remembered this young man; he was the one who had visited Yosef’s home to talk, definitely an attendant, not the master. She was sure of that. So who was his master?

In here among these people?

Sui Yi’s gaze swept around... she saw Old Master, holding a glass of wine and smiling at her before turning to a woman.

Fu Ling.

Dressed in a high-slit cheongsam, Fu Ling looked like she could charm anyone... Well, it was hard to say; this woman always had a certain flair, so different from Cao Qijun, who was evidently a dignified family woman.

Apart from Old Master, the "enemy," there were several other apparent enemies, their hostility depending on the situation. Ghost Teeth’s Wei Feng and Nalan appeared here,

Ghost Teeth, White Blade, both organizations were present, adding to the Imperial Guards, many were secretly contemplating whether this banquet would end up as a battleground for the different factions...

And Cao Ling, with a cold observational eye, naturally noticed the way Wei Feng raised his glass in a smile to Sui Yi...

Well... Sui Yi was in high demand, fortunately, her brother had no interest in her; otherwise, he definitely wouldn’t be able to catch up. Mainly because the other party’s standards were too high.

Cao Ling always felt that there weren’t many who could match up...

Right, the Black Crow expert that had appeared on campus that day seemed like he could.

However, Sui Yi paid more attention to some people she did not recognize, like... the Earl of Platinum, a man in a white suit with a bauhinia flower pin on his chest, elegant and composed. As he walked in, those who were originally afraid of him went forward to greet him...

Fear and subservience are never contradictory.

Sui Yi watched coldly, but noticed that the Earl of Platinum seemed to glance at her briefly before disappearing as if it was just her illusion...

However, she had no chance to ponder further, as many had already marked her...

The Jade Mine Owner in China... that was their recognition of her. Seeing her in person, they sighed at her youth, then secretly celebrated that her youthfulness would make it easier for them to get what they wanted, so...

The butlers suddenly stood up straight, an old head butler’s voice sounded.

Shush! Along with the guards inside, everyone stood up straight in unison, tense and solemn.

Like the others, Sui Yi looked up.

This was the grand hall, and the lavish corridor on the second floor was visible; a person followed by an attendant came walking down.

The Grand Prince of Yale appeared.

Dressed in a simple yet meticulous tailcoat, he descended from upstairs.

The Grand Prince of Yale was already fifty years old, but from his physique, he seemed almost like a robust man in his thirties—brawny and healthy. Though his hair was snow white, he looked remarkably youthful, without a wrinkle on his face, and the family crest shining on his tailcoat augmented his majesty and prestige to the utmost.

The previously chattering crowd fell silent.

Watching Yale descend the staircase and come to the front of the crowd, initially stern, his eyes swept over those present, and his expression softened, smiling and saying, "A wonderful night, many interesting people, you will make this place more beautiful..."

For some reason, the Grand Prince of Yale always gave Sui Yi an unusual feeling... perhaps an overbearing aura or maybe due to some ulterior motive in her mind; Sui Yi stood to the side, deep in thought.

--Those attendants... they were all ordinary people.

Strange indeed.

Many laughed at his words, each bending down towards Yale...

Those were nobles from the United Kingdom.

Including Duke Losar and so on; Sui Yi and other foreigners who were not part of the nobility naturally weren’t interested.

The hall quieted down, Yale smiled, seeming harmonious, yet undercurrents were surging...

Sui Yi knew the people here formed an intricate web, interwoven with devious plans, political stances, resentments, and more.

Or, at the very least, there were the natural machinations of romance...

Being overly sensitive sometimes was a bad thing; a mere turn of Sui Yi’s head allowed her to spot numerous couples flirting—even while their spouses, partners, or children were present.

All manner of human behavior.

Yale opened his mouth: "I believe you are all waiting for the first dance to start, but unfortunately, we must wait for my dance partner to arrive..."

He looked towards that door

The Prince actually had a good sense of humor, his words made people want to laugh; yet some couldn’t just laugh, only staring enigmatically at that door.

Outside the door, Sui Yi and other Martial Artists could hear that... robust sound of footsteps.

The only sound was that of high heels tapping on the marble.

Robust, crisp, and sharp.

The tailcoat-wearing attendants by the door prepared to step forward and open it... yet before they could take a step, Bang!... the door slowly opened on its own.

The radiant light from the corridor illuminated the already bright hall even more intensely, yet everyone noticed that the light in the hall seemed dimmer, as the person behind that door...

Yes, she stepped forward, the doors moving without anyone pushing or pulling, opening automatically...

As if some unseen force was propelling them.

But was that important?

At that moment, almost everyone ignored this, only focusing on the woman...

She was dressed in a dark red gown...

In fact, there were very few wearing red in the gathering, because red is a very special color. You can see it as vibrant and passionate, or as intense and somber. Wearing red requires not just style but presence, and those without the necessary presence choosing a red dress are courting disaster.

And Cao Ling and Fu Ling, those who embrace a glamorous style and have the strength to carry such an aura, would dare to pick it... but when this woman appeared, both of them wanted to chop off their own hands.

"Damn it, I told you to pick red before!"

Tap tap tap!

Her slender stilettos struck the floor like swords, and as she moved, the dark red silk of her gown fluttered in the breeze, revealing her straight, long legs..

She took seven or eight steps outside the door, but upon entering, most people were so stunned they couldn’t move a step.

They weren’t just staring at those slender, golden high heels, but also at her arms swinging back and forth as she walked...

On her right hand, a golden Demon Scorpio, half the size of a palm, was looped around her slender, snow-white wrist—this scorpion biting into a skull with a sword thrust through it.

The sword pointed towards the palm of her hand.

It was an exquisitely detailed gold carving, with two purple gems on the head of the scorpion..

White, gold, and purple...

Luxurious yet dominantly cruel.

Of course, aside from her shoes and arms, many dared not gaze upon her slender waist, her chest, her collarbones, or the graceful curves of her jawline... or even her face.

They couldn’t bear to look, her presence was too overwhelming.

And this person, descending the steps, muttered with a hint of disdain on her thin, red lips, "Yale, was I not invited to such a lively party because you feared I would flatten your castle?"

Uh, she wasn’t invited?

Yet behind her...

Sui Yi stood at the back of the crowd, not at the front, but he saw...

General Philip, famed throughout England...and others like Feith and Alec, all dressed in black suits.

A sea of black, with a solitary red.

Is this the Blood Rose?

There were indeed twelve members of Blood Rose present here.

And that solitary red...

"The Rose Prince... Natasha"

Cao Ling gave a wry smile, "This is serious."

Blood Rose attending uninvited, and even mentioning the real appearance of the Rose Prince stirred incredible excitement among all the English nobility present...

Some might not know what Blood Rose is, not be aware of the Dark Side’s A-rank emperor, but they do know that the Rose Prince was the most handsome prince in their nation’s history! And the highest tier of nobility!

Truly a global exemplar.

And her residence in the Rose Kingdom, located in the Arctic Archipelagos, was dubbed the most stunningly beautiful garden, yet few were granted permission by the Prince to visit that rose garden...

It was her own world, yet she belonged to many.

Regardless of whether man or woman..

Sui Yi, maintaining his composure, used other people’s bodies to conceal himself, yet he noticed Duke Losar gasping... Hmm? His gaze shifted downward...

Cao Qijun’s hand was placed on Duke Losar’s lower back...with a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree twist.

One could imagine, even the love-struck Duke Losar was not immune to the beauty of the Rose Prince...

Chark’s gaze languidly observed the waist of his own father... He ventured a hand and gave a twist as well~

Ouch! Oh my!

Certainly, his very own son!

The Duke’s expression grew increasingly taut... Mu Sang felt it was too embarrassing, for a duke to be reduced to such a state.

She took a step forward, stood next to the Duke, perfectly blocking the angle.

Sister-in-law, go on pinching, I’ve got you covered!

Sui Yi couldn’t help but smile, yet his gaze met with Xiluo’s, which held a certain depth...

Sui Yi felt that although this person was from Junshi’s Mansion, he seemed... independent of it.

Oddly so.

Sui Yi turned his face just in time to see the Grand Prince of Yale speaking with a smile, "But Natasha, I’ve been waiting for you."

He raised his hand, making a gesture.

The music for the first dance began.

The opening chords of "A Postcard To Henry Purcell" played, the Grand Prince of Yale slightly bowed and extended his hand towards the approaching Rose Prince from three meters away, with gentle elegance, "May I?"

The Rose Prince, at least twenty years his junior, narrowed his eyes and continued walking, his pace unchanging, as he reached out his hand...

"Sure"

They grasped hands, pulled, and then spun around.

The skirt that seemed as light as a feather yet with a sense of fall, swept through the perfect arc...

She stood in front of the Grand Prince of Yale, her back against his chest, her expression icy, her brows proud.

The Grand Prince of Yale’s face was kindly.

Step, spin, small steps, sidestep, twist of the hips—flawlessly elegant and fatally enticing. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote, leave monthly tickets, and your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)