Brant Palace is located in the richest part of the land.
Huge and exquisite white buildings are scattered on this land. The towering pavilions, the Yunying wall that stretches for hundreds of miles, and the large tracts of snow-white roses blooming under the wall all highlight this royal place.
The majesty and majesty of the Holy Land.
Under the bright moonlight all over the world, horse-drawn carriages covered with brocade drove in an orderly manner on the avenue facing the palace gate. They neatly split the moonlight on the ground, leaving behind strips of luxurious colorful
light and shadow.
The two gilded iron doors that stood like knights guarding their territory in the Middle Ages were surrounded by soldiers, who were inspecting the carriages coming for the banquet one by one.
The leader is none other than Dane, the current leader of the Knights.
When Bai Wu was helped out of the carriage by Froze and lifted up her floor-length evening dress to enter, Dane's white-gloved hand suddenly stood in front of her:
"Miss Myriel, I'm sorry, but you can't bring your servant in."
Bai Wu blinked her eyelashes lightly and looked at him puzzled: "Why?"
Dane smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, this is the rule of Brant Palace. Civilians and slaves are not allowed to enter unless ordered to do so."
Bai Wu curled her lips.
That's right. Who made her live in the Western Continent where hierarchy is strict and where power and status are the most important?
So she could only turn around and look at Froze with an apologetic face.
"I'm sorry, I may not be able to take you in."
Froze did not show any disappointment, but smiled and comforted her:
"It's okay, sister, I can watch the horses outside and wait for you to come out."
"Besides, aren't Sema and the others here? I won't be alone."
Bai Wu nodded, stood on tiptoes and rubbed his head, leaving a sentence of "You are so good" before turning around and stepping into this gorgeous but extremely cold White House.
The road leading to the ball was paved with an expensive bright red goose down carpet.
The skirts of the nobles crossed here one by one, leaving behind every inch of their charming and fragrant shadows.
Before she even walked in, Bai Wu could already hear the melodious orchestral music and the laughter of the nobles.
The royal servants in formal dresses and bow ties respectfully ushered them into the ball hall.
The first thing that catches the eye is the dozens of dazzling crystal lamps on the dome carved with Gothic paintings. They shine together with the equally dazzling jewelry on the ladies and ladies below. It is so dazzling that it makes people unable to open their eyes.
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All around, there are rows of long tables spread out neatly, covered with silver brocade, and filled with various dishes.
The waiters were still filing in, adding more exquisite food.
This is a gorgeous gluttonous feast for the nobles.
They maintain their supreme status, and in this supreme place, they can talk about themselves and even the entire kingdom.
But just outside the iron gate separated by a wall, their slaves had to endure hunger and cold, waiting for their masters to return after being exhausted.
It's ironic, isn't it?
Hiding the coldness in her eyes, Bai Wu obediently took the champagne from the waiter and followed her mother Mei Lin.
And Resker had long been pulled aside by his colleagues to discuss state affairs.
Although everyone who came to the meeting wore a mask, these shrewd nobles could always accurately judge a person's identity through their words, deeds, and clothing.
But there is only one exception.
That is the girl standing in the center of the hall, under the huge crystal lamp.
She wore a sapphire blue dress studded with diamonds, and her half-exposed collarbones and slender neck all highlighted her elegance and beauty.
What's even more terrible is her silky blond hair. They are so soft, bright and beautiful, like a dahlia, blooming enchantingly on the back of the woman's head.
And the black-gold mask on her face adds a mysterious and bewitching aura to her.
Almost everyone present came together, but she was wandering alone in the middle of the dance floor.
It's like the queen of the night who suddenly descended on the world. For the sake of a carnival in the world, she did not hesitate to hide her identity as a god and shuttled among them in search of bliss.
Bai Wu also noticed her the moment she entered the hall.
That dear sister Ais, who knew clearly that she had escaped secretly, but could not resist the temptation of a life of luxury and wealth, and insisted on attracting attention.
Taking a sip of the champagne in her glass, she deliberately found an inconspicuous corner and quietly observed the sapphire blue skirt.
Watching her refuse the aristocratic men who came to invite her to dance one after another in order to wait for the hero to appear.
But after a while, the blue skirt became obviously anxious.
Because the dance has started for a while, but the real protagonist, Her Highness Celia, still hasn't appeared.
Apparently, Ais also noticed the Rhodes family in the crowd.
While avoiding their sight, she also had to keep an eye on Celia who might appear at any time, and couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment.
And this embarrassment in the eyes of the nobles made them mock this woman who was not so elegant.
Slowly, they lost interest in her and gradually scattered in search of new prey.
At this moment, a small burst of exclamations broke out at the entrance.
Immediately afterwards, the crowded crowd dispersed and gradually made way for them.
A slender and tall figure appeared in people's field of vision. Under the illumination of the crystal lamp, there was a moment of hazy confusion.
But this still couldn't resist the unparalleled aura of nobility in the visitor.
The man wore a complete set of platinum-trimmed evening gown. The long and narrow stand-up collar followed the solemn and solemn style of the royal family, making his neck straight and slender.
The light-colored gemstones worn on the shoulders and chest shone charmingly, and the hanging golden spikes swayed slightly with the man's steps.
Although he wore a white mask on his face, his light blond hair still revealed his identity very well - His Royal Highness Crown Prince Celia.
He adjusted his white gloves slowly, then stretched out his slender arm and naturally took the silver scepter handed by the waiter.
This smooth and flowing movement caused many girls to exclaim, exclaiming at the elegant and charming aura he inadvertently revealed, and even more exclaimed at his innate aura of a king.
But people soon discovered that this noble and handsome Crown Prince seemed to have an ulterior motive.
Because as soon as he entered the venue, he walked straight towards a corner of the hall.
And there, stood the blonde girl in a royal blue dress who had just been ignored by the noble men.
I saw the noble Crown Prince walking slowly in front of her, actually bowing down to his knees, taking the girl's hand, pressing a kiss on it, and using that low, sexy voice.
