The car entered Imperial Castle.
This place occupied a vast area, backed by mountains and facing the sea, with luxurious architecture and all necessary facilities. It was Bo Siyan's private residence.
As Bo Siyan walked into the entryway, the butler was already waiting at the side. A servant knelt down to help him change shoes while the butler handed him a towel to dry his hands.
The butler, with his sharp eyes, noticed a smudge of red on the hem of Bo Siyan's clothes and couldn't help but express his concern, "Young Master, are you injured?"
Bo Siyan followed his gaze and, with a casual brush of his fingers, felt a slight stickiness. His eyes lightly arched as he rubbed his fingertip, "This isn't blood."
Having spent years in the military, he was extremely sensitive to blood, and he could tell in a second that what was on him was actually a plasma made from tomato sauce.
In other words, he had been fooled by that woman!
