บท 144: The Dance of Words

The banquet had moved into full swing, and the soft glow of chandeliers bathed the ballroom in a warm, golden light. Feng Ruoxi moved through the crowd, effortlessly maintaining her poise despite the intense scrutiny she faced. Everywhere she went, eyes followed her—not just because of her beauty, but because of the weight of her title: Madam Jiang. She had already felt the prickling stares of jealousy from other women, each one calculating, watching for any slip that might undermine her place in this elite world. 

But Ruoxi was not a woman who slipped easily. Her years as a spy had sharpened her instincts and taught her how to navigate dangerous situations with grace. Tonight was no different.