Looking around, nearly every person of power was attended by a dancer, with arms locked or entwined. After the third round of drinks, their vile nature was laid bare.
Clad in red, Yan Wanqing ascended to the viewing platform, her eyes mocking as she watched Huai Xinmei eagerly wait on Xiao Pingfeng, serving him tea and water.
The moment Huai Xinmei caught sight of Yan Wanqing, the wine cup slipped from her grasp, shattering on the ground. She glared in shock, "You... you're supposed to be dead!"
Everyone in the Northern Border knew that Yan Wanqing had died!
Yet now she stood alive before them all.
Huai Xinmei turned deathly pale from fear.
Yan Wanqing sneered and curled her red lips, "Huai Xinmei, you seem to fancy my man quite a bit. How about you beg me, and I'll let him give you a few extra glances?"
She had purposely chosen to wear clothes of the same color as her own, slandering herself in front of Xiao Pingfeng. Huai Xinmei excelled at this subtle art of tea.
