Chapter 919 God Descends (30)

Maybe the sound was too obvious, so everyone looked in the direction of the person, and what was visible to their eyes——

He is a handsome and handsome officer.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and slender figure.

Wearing a straight military uniform, golden tassels hang down from the shoulders, and a golden corset is buckled around his waist. The buttons reflect the metallic luster, and he has two straight long legs.

Everyone knows that this man's name is Charles, the second prince of the empire, and he is now in charge of the empire's army.

Charles obviously looked like he was rushing in from the army.

Facing the man's handsome face, the faces of all the noble ladies couldn't help but blush.

His Royal Highness Prince Charles is truly wonderful.

Fu Yue also raised his eyes and glanced there, then looked away calmly.

He's quite handsome.

And then... it was gone.

Because, whether it is Silaire or Hodel, his appearance alone can crush this person, not to mention that Fu Yue has become more picky about beauty after experiencing so many planes.

Only her little Tiantian could barely catch the eye.

Fu Yue picked up the wine glass and took a sip, no longer looking at Charles. She lowered her curled eyelashes and was thinking about how to sneak to the imperial library.

Her body's magic talent is really average, and it's impossible for Siler to be able to teleport her with just a magic spell...

Fu Yue was startled.

Silaire, that's right, so why didn't she just let Silaire take her to the library? Why do you have to work so hard to come here by yourself?

The girl's face suddenly became a little strange.

Where is her brain?

Fu Yue pinched the wine glass with her fingers and couldn't help but reach out to cover her face.

Forget it... She's already here, let's go for a walk first, maybe she can find something.

When Fu Yue was thinking about finding an excuse to sneak out of the banquet hall.

A slender hand stretched out in front of her.

Fu Yue was stunned: "?"

He raised his head and faced Charles' handsome face.

"May I?"

The man spoke elegant words from his thin lips, his light blue eyes stared straight at her, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze.

Charles is asking her to dance.

It's just a dance, Fu Yue is not so pretentious as to refuse.

The black-haired girl lifted up her skirt, bowed slightly, performed an elegant gesture, and placed her slender fingers on Charles's hand.

"My pleasure."

....

Charles was a very gentlemanly man. He gently put one hand on the girl's waist and held her hand with the other. The distance between the two of them was very gentlemanly.

It was really just a dance.

They worked well together, impeccably, but there was an inexplicable sense of dissonance, as if...yes, as if they were doing this dance just to complete a formulaic task.

Fu Yue could tell at a glance.

Charles didn't like her.

It was rumored that His Royal Highness, the second prince of the empire, was infatuated with the Duke's youngest daughter, Cloya. Fu Yue sneered.

...nonsense.

Although this man had tried his best to show his admiration for her, the depths of his eyes were extremely calm, calm and unruffled. The way he looked at her was no different from looking at an ant.

This is obvious.

Charles did have a purpose in showing that he liked Chloe. In other words, he wanted to take advantage of her.

Oh, God.

This poor girl may have fallen into the love network casually set up by this prince before her consciousness dissipated.