Su Ye's head was throbbing. She rubbed the space between her eyebrows.
As she glanced up, she saw a tall, thin man with an effeminate face walk onto the steps of the central high stage where the dancers were performing.
Whether by chance or by design, he was dressed in the same purple robes as Su Ye, and he advanced step by step.
As the man ascended the stage, he cast a nervous glance over the assembled dignitaries.
'Cheng Huan?'
Su Ye tensed. She turned her head, hiding half her face, and looked at Bai Xin beside her.
Her expression turned cold.
"Does his being here have anything to do with you?"
Bai Xin took a sip of wine and looked up, confused.
"Who?"
The word had barely left his lips when his eyes landed on Cheng Huan up on the stage.
For a moment, Bai Xin was stunned.
"Xiangxiang? Have I had too much to drink? What is he doing on stage?"
Su Ye observed Bai Xin's reaction. It didn't seem like an act.
