The quiet chaos that rippled through the grand ballroom after Xia Mia's public embarrassment had done little to unsettle the high-society guests. Conversations had resumed, laughter and soft murmurs floated through the air, and the opulent event continued. But behind the glamorous façade, tension simmered. Xia Zhenguo, now consumed with fury, was already plotting his revenge.
Xia Mia had been swiftly escorted out of the ballroom, her body limp as she struggled with the effects of the drugged wine. As her brother led her to the car that would take her to the hospital, the depth of his anger grew with every step. Seeing his sister—his fragile, adored sister—humiliated in front of Kyoto's elite had ignited a burning hatred for Feng Ruoxi.