The Blue Sea Restaurant was no ordinary dining hall, it was more like a tower of prestige, both literally and socially.
With seven floors in total, each ascending level required greater influence to access. The average guest would be lucky to step foot beyond the second floor.
Naturally, Princess Soho, with her royal blood and radiant smile, was escorted straight to the top, the illustrious seventh floor without a second thought.
Ace, Zhao Yun, and Princess Soho soon found themselves seated at a private booth with a panoramic view of the capital's distant rooftops.
The décor was tasteful: flowing drapes in deep ocean hues, tables of polished blackwood, and faint runes inscribed across the walls to suppress sound and maintain privacy.
After placing their orders, a quiet lull settled at the table, broken only when Soho clasped her hands in delight and leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
