Under the hands of the musicians, the alluring female dancers had twisted their waists and bodies of water, and as they danced and spun in the banquet, their eyes were as charming as silk. Their long sleeves were grabbed by someone as they gently fell into the arms of a certain powerful noble, and they were all singing and mumbling.

leaned into the Prince Qin's embrace and was kissed lightly. It was normal for his to be in his place, but the crowd still saw his.

It was a rare peerless beauty, but all the men left a trace of attention.

The haze in Wu Changying's eyes grew even darker as he looked at the man and woman hugging each other. He ruthlessly ravaged the woman under his hand and revealed a strange smile.

"Father …"

Wu Guifang took a glance at Wu Changying, and the fierce expression on his face looked exactly the same as his, "Don't worry, once Mr. Zhang makes his move, we will naturally be safe and sound."

Thinking about his daughter who was still lying on the sickbed, his son who had broken body, and his abrogated throne, the hatred in Wu Guifang's eyes could no longer be hidden anymore. He looked at Murong Ling like she was a dead man.

Clank!

The sound of a cup shattering broke through the room's enchantment, and the dancers with their beautiful figures kneeled down, their voices were terrified and uneasy. "This servant deserves to die, Prince Zhao, please spare me."

The sound of the silk bamboo suddenly stopped, the dazed Murong Ling also recovered from her shock, and was immediately pushed away by Prince Qin. She glared at him, tidied up her clothes and sat back down, then looked towards Prince Zhao.

Li Fuchen's handsome face and front lapels were wet, probably because of the dancing girls accidentally wetting them. However, he did not care about the dancing girls who were begging for mercy and turned his gaze towards Murong Ling.

His gaze swept across her face like sharp blades, and finally landed on her lips as he laughed sinisterly. Without waiting for Murong Ling to see Qing Gong's smile, he had already turned around and said coldly, "Drag him out and beat him to death."

The dancing girl who was begging immediately fell to the ground in fright, being dragged down by the Disobedience Marquis servant with her mouth covered by a red silk cloth.

"The servant was careless and offended Prince Zhao. Please forgive me." Wu Guifang immediately cupped his hands in apology, and looked at the attendant with his fierce eyes, "What are you waiting for, take Prince Zhao down there to change."

Li Fuchen did not oppose the arrangements made by the Disobedience Marquis and followed along. Before he left, he gave Murong Ling a meaningful look, as if he did not know what happened next.

Murong Ling frowned, did the Prince Zhao know something?

The banquet started once again, but after what happened just now, the atmosphere became stifling. The remaining dancers were all frightened, afraid that they would follow in their footsteps.

Murong Ling was just about to return, when she saw a group of servants entering, each of them dragging a bowl of wine, and placing them in front of everyone, Disobedience Marquis was the first to drink it all, "This is the dissolving soup, everyone, why don't you drink it?"

Murong Ling picked up the spoon and stirred the liquid together before moving it closer to smell. Indeed, she didn't mean to help the soup, so she was relieved and fed it to Prince Qin. She also picked up a bowl and took a sip.

Wu Changying looked at Murong Ling from the corner of his eyes. Seeing her drink so much wine, he immediately smiled. "Father, she drank it."

"Wonderful!" Wu Guifang stroked his beard and sneered, he called over a servant and whispered a few sentences into his ear. After that servant left, he stood up, "Thank you all for giving me face to attend the feast, the sun is setting in the west, it's late, I don't dare to force myself to stay, why not …"

Before he could finish his words, a group of black-clothed men suddenly descended from the sky and shouted, "Scoundrel, hand over your life!"