In the banquet hall of the Manyi Kingdom’s palace, gracefully dressed dancers performed emotionally, with lingering music floating in the air. Hu Yannan sat at the head of the table, smiling and casting deep, emotional glances at Shan Xiaoya below. Hu Yannan sat upright and expressionless beside Shan Xiaoya, seemingly unaffected by the peaceful song and dance. Shan Xiaoya sat at the table, ignoring Hu Yannan and staring thoughtfully at the dancers’ performance. Her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed. If she was indeed a princess of Manyi Kingdom, then she would be Hu Yannan’s legitimate wife as he said. But how could she explain spending an entire year ‘there’? Looking at his deeply affectionate appearance, he seemed to care about her specially. But if he truly cared, who would send someone they care about to ‘that place’?
Previously, what he said about the ruler of Manyi Nation having a wolf’s ambition to unify the world – isn’t this the person sitting right here? He calls himself her imperial brother, even though he is her imperial brother.
If he were to unify the world, it would only benefit her. But looking at the two of them, there seems to be an entangled hatred between them… Shan Xiaoya raised her head, looking at Man Hanting with confusion… Man Hanting saw that the person who had been watching him for a long time finally looked at him and hurriedly raised his wine cup to signal to her, his eyes showing love and affection… Having stayed in the Magic Kiln for so long, Shan Xiaoya could naturally distinguish the meaning behind a man’s gaze. Seeing him express his feelings, Shan Xiaoya, who was originally puzzled, became even more bewildered… What was she in exactly? The man beside her assumed the posture of a protector, imprisoning her; the man who claimed to be her imperial brother – she felt no intimacy with him, and he was teasing her with a gaze that should not exist between siblings… Shan Xiaoya raised her cup and toasted Man Hanting, then elegantly drank the wine in one gulp…
Hu Yannan, sitting in front of the table, didn’t touch anything, his attention entirely on Shan Xiaoya. Seeing her toast Man Hanting ambiguously, he felt uncomfortable but couldn’t say anything. Looking at Man Hanting’s face, a bad feeling filled his heart…
We should go back.”
