At night, the Morrowind King is in a noble mansion somewhere in the upper city. The grand ball is already underway. The inky night did not stop the nobles from having fun. Rather, for most of the nobles who sang the night songs, the beautiful and extravagant nightlife had just set sail.

The delicate carriage stopped at the door of the mansion. The young coachman laid out a blanket at the door, opened the door, and helped out a silver-haired girl in a dark blue evening dress. The fair-skinned girl had a graceful figure, her long, finely combed silver hair tucked back behind her head, and a mask made of broken crystals and colored bird feathers on her face, with only two sparkling pink lips on her face. It looks noble, mysterious and moving.

At the door of the mansion stood a middle-aged waiter with tall and thin body and shiny black hair. When he saw the girl approaching, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, and reminded with a smile: "Beautiful young lady, please show your invitation!"

The coachman hurriedly stepped forward and handed over an invitation card with a blue background printed with a golden eagle.

The middle-aged waiter opened the invitation, but saw that there was no text inside, but a crimson magic array with unknown meaning engraved with some special material with magical powers.

He was wondering to himself, but suddenly he felt a cold tingling sensation imprint into his mind. After only a moment's effort, two scars suddenly appeared in the waiter's originally clear and bright eyes, and they became cloudy and unclear.

"You're waiting for me here. After explaining to the coachman, the silver-haired girl, led by another manservant, walked into the mansion where the sound of music and singing could be faintly heard.

The coachman turned back to the carriage and sat down, resting his arms on his head and closing his eyes.

Melodious and cheerful melodies play in the mansion. On the dance floor illuminated by soft lights, more than a dozen pairs of male and female aristocrats are dancing. There are also many people who are still chatting and laughing and drinking on the side, looking for a suitable dance partner for them.

As soon as the girl walked into the banquet hall, she attracted a lot of burning eyes. Most of the nobles who came to this kind of banquet were veterans, and just from the exposed half of their faces and casual gestures, they were sure that this silver-haired girl in a dark blue dress and a colorful feather mask was a rare stunner.

"Ahem!" a gray-haired male nobleman in his twenties coughed lightly, glanced to the left and right as if warning, and saw that everyone around him retracted their gaze in amusement, so he stepped forward with a smile and bowed to the silver-haired girl: "William Shore, the second son of Earl Howard Shore. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady, and there's one thing I can't wait to tell you."

The corners of the silver-haired girl's mouth hooked a beautiful and seductive arc: "Please speak!"

William Shore saw that the girl did not refuse, and his heart was ecstatic, and he quickly sighed in a gentle voice: "You are so dazzling, you instantly illuminate my world, and make this ball shine!"

"It's disgusting! It's stupid and disgusting!" the silver-haired girl complained in her heart, but her face didn't show any flaws, and she covered her mouth and chuckled: "Hee-hee, you really can talk, Mr. Shore." I'm not as good as you say!"

William Shore always felt a little familiar and a little intimidated when he heard the girl's crisp and soft voice, but he just couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Maybe the voices of beautiful women are a little similar, right?"

"Humility is a virtue, but self-indulgence is a waste! If you don't believe me, beautiful young lady, please deign to dance with me! When all the big guys are sinking for your beauty, you will understand that my praise is from the bottom of my heart, and there is no lie!"

The silver-haired girl shook her head and smiled, "I don't like to dance. If you can drink two glasses of wine with me, and talk to me to relieve my boredom, I will be content!"

William Shore was overjoyed, for a party veteran like him, as long as he found an opportunity to drink and chat, then kissing and hugging and even spending Spring Festival dinner together is a safe thing to do.

"Honored, beautiful young lady, my goddess!"

He straightened his back and raised his head, smiling and holding out his right hand to the girl. The moment he held the girl's hand and touched the silky smooth skin, William Shore almost screamed in comfort.

William smiled and nodded at the silver-haired girl, and walked back to his seat with his head held high like a victorious general, but he was secretly gambling in his heart: "No, I must get this little girl!"

When the two of them were seated, there were many envious and jealous eyes around. William Shore beamed with triumph and handed the silver-haired girl a glass of red wine: "To your peerless beauty, beautiful young lady!"

The girl smiled sweetly and took a sip of her glass.

The two chatted for a while, two glasses of red wine were down, and the girl's exposed half of her cheeks were red like clouds, and she occasionally slurred her speech when she spoke. William felt that the time was ripe, and asked with a smile, "Beautiful young lady, I wonder if I have the honor to see all your beauty?"

The silver-haired girl shook her head, suddenly took out a glass of red wine like a trick, and smiled in a lazy and sweet voice: "After drinking this glass of wine, I will agree to your request!"

Hearing this bone-chilling, magnetic murmur, William Shore lost all his senses. He didn't care where the glass of red wine came from, so he snatched the glass and drank it all, looking at the girl's gaze no longer hidden, full of desire.

"Very good!"

The girl stood up and took off her mask, revealing her delicate face as beautiful and pure as an angel under the common gaze of many eyes.

Suddenly, several exclamations rang out in the banquet hall.

"What!

"This can't be!

"Am I right? This is ..... Princess Lena!"

"Princess Lena?!"

The last exclamation made the slightly noisy hall suddenly become silent, and even the musicians in charge of playing the music were ordered to stop playing and quietly watch the development of the situation.

When the silver-haired girl heard the name of "Lena", she did not deny it: "I am the descendant of the Wind Feather Condor, the descendant of the Winston family, and the princess of the Morrowind Kingdom - Lena Winston! Prince Logan has already issued a notice to arrest me, so why am I here again at this moment, instead of being detained and tortured in a prison in the royal capital, right?"

The onlookers looked at each other, although they didn't say anything, they did have similar thoughts in their hearts.

If the other aristocrats were just strange, then William Schauer was terrified. Because he remembers it very well: Princess Lena was arrested because she poisoned the nobles with poisoned wine at banquets many times. Thinking of the glass of red wine that suddenly came out just now, he suddenly turned pale with fright, trembled all over, and slashed his throat with his fingers to spit out the red wine.

"Lina" saw him like a bear, sneered twice, and said lightly: "Don't waste your efforts, it's too late!"