"I'm tired."
Mu Ruyue yawned, her words slightly slurred with sleepiness.
"My lady, allow me to give you a massage."
Ye Wuchen gently pushed Mu Ruyue into a chair, squatted down, and began to gently knead her shoulders. Thus, when a maid from Chen Prince Mansion passed by, she saw a man as noble as a god, massaging and rubbing the legs of a woman, the handsome face bearing a pleasing smile…
That night.
In the banquet hall of the Imperial Palace, songs and dances flourished, the atmosphere lively.
Today, besides the people from the Ouyang and Dongfang Families, numerous high officials had also brought their families, all to witness the mysterious Ghost King.
Although the Ghost King wore a mask, many people still held a reverent attitude toward this figure who commanded respect even from the emperor…
Suddenly, everyone was stunned, their surprised gazes directed toward the door, falling upon two figures walking side by side under the moonlight.
