Eyes dark as the cat's eye in the night, filled with jealousy, sorrow, and anger.
In a moment of agitation, the cocktail glass held between those slender fingers tipped over, spilling onto the garden below.
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The grand and opulent banquet hall.
As the nineteenth generation's old king of S Country, Ya Qianhuai, made his appearance, he quickly captured the gaze of everyone present.
Even in contemporary S Country society, where the Royal Family had fallen into decline and saw its power being peeled away by the government and the Prime Minister day by day, the innate dignity and demeanor of royalty could not be obscured.
Ya Qianhuai was already sixty years old, with hair graying, but he still emanated an air of elegance and distinction.
Seeing that only two daughters of the Chu Family had come, Ya Qianhuai already knew that Chu Yanhan and his wife intended to marry their third daughter into the Ya Family.
