Neal's voice was laced with concern.
"Do you want us to accompany you?"
Ivanna's expression turned resolute.
"No, I still have to hide my identity."
Her brothers exchanged worried glances they all knew about their secretive sister whose identities even they were not aware of, but Neal's voice was firm.
"Remember, we are Qins. We don't bow down to anyone. If anyone lays a hand on us, we destroy them. Don't hesitate to use your power if needed."
Nicholas and Nick nodded in silent agreement, their faces set with determination.
Ivanna's lips curled into a hint of a smile, she didn't reject their offer but said,
"Okay, second brother, I'll remember. But I have enough power in my own hands."
The brothers chuckled, and Nicholas teased, "Of course, we all know this little narcissist genius has enough power of her own and Feng Corporation at her command."
Ivanna's pouted a little in being called narcissist , but enjoyed her genius tag .
Her brothers gazed at her with affection, sensing the walls around her heart slowly crumbling. In this moment, they felt a sense of pride and hope knowing their sister.
Outside the grand, ornate gates of the majestic Blackwood Kingdom castle, a few attendants huddled together, their voices hushed in urgent conversation. The castle's imposing stone walls and towering spires seemed to pierce the sky, exuding an aura of power and grandeur.
Yet, despite its beauty, the castle emitted a palpable sense of coldness, as if its stones had absorbed the chill of winter and the weight of secrets.
Suddenly, the attendants fell silent, their eyes darting toward the door as it creaked open.
A middle-aged man with a long white beard emerged, the scent of Chinese medicine wafting from his robes.
Beside him, another elderly man stepped out, his presence commanding attention. His aura was unmistakable - superior, authoritative, and wise and obviously arrogant.
This was the King of Blackwood Kingdom, his piercing gaze and stern expression a testament to his unyielding power.
As the attendants bowed deeply, the King's gaze swept over them before returning to the man beside him. The white-bearded man nodded deferentially, his eyes cast downward. The King's attention then shifted to the room behind him, and the attendants' gazes followed. Through the crack in the door, a glimpse of a handsome figure lying on a bed could be seen.
Shirtless, his chiseled body was a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, honed from years of rigorous training. His raven-black hair was mussed, framing his pale skin, which seemed almost luminous in the dim light.
The attendants' eyes widened, their faces flushing with a mix of awe and curiosity.
They knew that the figure on the bed was none other than Caesar, the Prince of Blackwood Kingdom...