"Your doubts are clarified, now it's my turn." Mu Qingge stood atop the banquet's main seat, her posture upright, her gaze as cold and piercing as a spring.
The banquet, which should have been a dazzling extravagance, under her manipulation, became as silent as a stern court.
The layers of veils obscured the faces of the Demon Clan dignitaries attending the banquet. They could only see her indistinct silhouette and hear her cold voice.
That voice was pleasant but carried an undeniable assertiveness.
Outside the hall, the dancing girls were all prostrated on the ground, watching their Princess from afar with admiration in their eyes.
They had never seen a woman dare to speak so freely, without losing ground, in front of such distinguished and noble figures. The invisible pressure almost engulfed the entire banquet hall.
Ling Jiu quietly glanced at Ji Fu beside him, as if asking what this Princess intended to do.
