Perhaps the sound was too obvious, everyone looked in the direction of the person in unanimous agreement, and they could see—
He is a handsome and handsome officer.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, slender figure.
He was dressed in a tall military uniform, with golden tassels hanging down his shoulders, and a golden girdle was buttoned around his waist. The buttons reflected the metallic luster, and he had two long straight legs.
Everyone knows that this man's name is Charles, the second prince of the empire, and now he is in charge of the army of the empire.
Charles obviously came here in a hurry from the army.
Faced with the man's handsome face, the faces of the noble daughters couldn't help but turn red.
His Royal Highness Prince Charles is truly outstanding.
Fu Yue also raised her eyes and glanced over there, then looked away calmly.
Is very handsome.
And then... gone.
Because, whether it's Silaire or Hodel, just looks can crush this person, not to mention that after Fu Yue has experienced so many planes, he has become even more picky about beauty.
Only her family, Xiao Tiantian, can barely catch the eye.
Fu Yue took a sip from the wine glass, and stopped looking at Charles. She drooped her curly eyelashes, thinking about how to sneak to the library of the empire.
The magic talent of her body is really mediocre, and it is impossible for Silaire to teleport her with just a single spell...
Fu Yue was taken aback.
Silaire, yes, so why didn't she just ask Silaire to take her to the Library? Why do you have to work so hard to come here
The girl's face suddenly became a little weird.
Where's her brain
Fu Yue pinched the fingers of the wine glass, and couldn't help covering her face with her hand.
Forget it... It's all here, let's go wandering around first, maybe she can find something.
While Fu Yue was thinking about what excuses to find to sneak out of the banquet hall.
A slender hand stretched out in front of her.
Fu Yue was taken aback for a moment: "?"
Raising his head, he faced Charles' handsome face.
"May I?"
The man spit out elegant words from his thin lips, his light blue eyes stared straight at her, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.
Charles is asking her to dance.
It's just a dance, Fu Yue is not so pretentious as to refuse.
The black-haired girl lifted the hem of her skirt, bowed slightly, performed an elegant etiquette, and put her slender fingers on Charles' hand.
"My pleasure."
Charles is a very gentlemanly man. He gently put one hand on the girl's waist and held her hand with the other. The distance between the two was very gentlemanly.
It was really just a dance.
They work together very well, impeccably, but there's an inexplicable sense of incongruity, as if... yes, as if this dance is just to complete a formulaic task.
Fu Yue saw it at a glance.
Charles doesn't like her.
Rumor has it that His Royal Highness the Second Prince of the Empire is madly in love with the Duke's youngest daughter, Kloya, Fu Yue chuckled lightly.
… nonsense.
Although this man has tried his best to show his admiration for her, the depths of his eyes are extremely calm, calm and unwavering, the way he looks at her is no different from looking at an ant.
That's pretty obvious.
Charles showed his liking for Kloa for a purpose, in other words, to use her.
Oh my God.
This poor girl may have already fallen into the love network set up by the prince at will, before her consciousness dissipated.