On the large, rectangular screen was a livestream of the Imperial Royal Academy's festival.
Jiang Qingli, dressed in a long white formal gown, sat perfectly straight in the center of the second row below the stage.
The young woman's soft, black hair was swept back, revealing a pale neck. With ruby-red lips and pearly teeth, her profile alone was captivating.
In just a few seconds, the screen was flooded with comments from every city district:
[Is that the nepotism hire from the Melt Star Association who replaced Qin Shu?]
[She probably got in because of her family, right? Nobles love pulling strings. Her mom is some kind of director or minister or whatever. Fucking bitch.]
[Baili Jing, ahhh! He's so handsome! That profile is a killer!]
[Qin Muye is there too? That fucker's still alive? Didn't people say Jiang Qingli beat him to death?]
