บท 167: The Royal Banquet (5)

Today's banquet was not a so-called celebration banquet. It was definitely extremely dangerous. The capable ones had laid their chess pieces, waiting for others to fall into the trap. They all wanted to gain the upper hand in this competition.

Of course, to Shen Miao, it meant something different. She had finally returned to the palace where she had been imprisoned for her entire life and where her children and family were buried.

Meeting Emperor Wen Hui, the Fu family, and her old friends in the palace again, it was still unknown who would win. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and in the depths of her clear eyes, there was a storm in the making.

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The palace was majestic. The tiles were glazed and carved with red paint. Patterns of coiling golden and burning phoenixes could be seen everywhere. It was golden and dazzling, but it was also cold and bleak.