In the dimly lit reception hall, the Duke sat on the main seat in the center. Dressed in dark green noble's attire, he gently stroked a deep blue Luck Bag. Smoke curled up from the pipe beside him.
A breeze blew in, slightly dispersing the smoke, and the Duke's hazy features gradually came into view.
His golden, vertical pupils held a hint of a dark, unreadable smile. The man's features were sharp and handsome, as if carved by a knife, and he possessed a sinister charisma, like a walking calamity.
"Good evening, Ms. Zhi Zhi."
The Duke set down the deep blue Luck Bag. He lifted his gaze to the young woman before him.
The smile on Yu Zhizhi's face froze. She slowly straightened up, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "Good evening..."
The Duke didn't seem like his usual self.
He was smiling.
But his eyes were devoid of warmth, exuding a quiet coldness, exactly like a venomous snake perched on a branch, staring down its prey.
Yu Zhizhi slowly took a step back.
