The following night descended upon the royal palace with a quiet sense of foreboding. The luxurious corridors were bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting long, flickering shadows on the polished marble floors. In the opulent halls of power, all was calm—save for one room where a dark, sinful act was about to unfold.
Wang Jian stood silently outside the grand chamber of the King of Spain, his sharp gaze fixed on the ornate double doors that loomed before him. He could feel the pulse of excitement quickening in his veins as the thrill of his next conquest took root in his mind. The plan he had concocted was audacious, depraved, and filled with an intoxicating sense of power.
