Chapter 48 The Banquet "Why not try to compete?"...
Manla has a summer holiday in the middle of the year. Even in today's technologically advanced world, extremely high temperatures can still affect people's lives, so this is a long holiday of half a month. Except for some essential positions that require rotating shifts, most people can take the holiday.
Even His Majesty can take a break.
Unlike the Fran nobles, the nobles of Manra are not low-key and enjoy socializing. Whenever they have free time, they will organize some activities. Therefore, during this long holiday, the nobles will hold all kinds of events, some lasting for days and nights.
After the previous report, Shi Wei had already become quite famous in the aristocratic circles. His Majesty's attitude of neither explaining nor refuting made these nobles unable to help but speculate about their relationship, so they all extended olive branches to Shi Wei.
Having been harassed at a dinner party in the past, Shi Wei was not very interested in such events. Apart from an afternoon tea event hosted by Aker's wife, Gabrielle, she ignored all the other invitations.
The Minister of Defense still remembered that Shi Wei had invited him to dinner, and in front of his wife, he pressed her about when it would be. Mrs. Gabrielle looked at them with a smile and told Shi Wei not to mind.
Lady Gabrielle's beauty ranks among the top ten in the capital, and all her relatives are prominent figures. However, she is very easygoing and treats Shi Wei very kindly, which makes Shi Wei feel very fond of her.
Many nobles were invited to afternoon tea, most of whom were families closely related to Aker. Although Shi Wei did not recognize them, she still greeted them naturally thanks to her strong memory.
She was nominally His Majesty's lady-in-waiting, so she didn't need to bow to these people. In addition, given the rumors of her ambiguous relationship with His Majesty, no one would make things difficult for her in this situation.
However, everyone cast a scrutinizing glance at her, a look that made her extremely uncomfortable.
Shi Wei sighed inwardly. There was nothing she could do about it. She was born in Fran and was just an ordinary person there. She had almost no contact with the so-called upper-class nobles. Her former boyfriend, a noble young master, was keen to take her to some social occasions. The noble circles in Fran paid more attention to social status. Those secretive and low-key nobles looked at her as if she were a small animal, which was creepy.
Fortunately, His Majesty's status is high enough that at least these people are polite on the surface.
After returning home, Shi Wei continued studying "Asta's Journal." Having finished reading Asta's account of his first time attending a high-ranking noble banquet, she dejectedly tossed the book aside.
This guy, disguised as a handsome Alpha, chats with Omega nobles, and of course, he's a perfect match every time!
In addition, she is essentially an Omega, and as a woman, she understands her fellow women best, making it easy for her to control these wealthy and leisurely noble Omegas.
It is impossible to replicate.
Just as a top researcher clearly quantifies every step of an experiment in their paper, others still cannot replicate it—because the success of a top researcher also involves luck, or even lies.
Shi Wei, who studied cosmology for eight years, exclaimed that this major was a trap: official history has embellished countless historical events, and every time Shi Wei went to the library to look up information, she felt that the world was so magical.
She declined other people's invitations, and everyone assumed she was just being modest—no one would guess that she was disheartened after failing to hook up with a rich woman.
However, Shi Wei still had to attend the banquets held in the palace. His Majesty had somehow developed an interest in these boring and lengthy banquets, and even had the Grand Eunuch, Mr. Allen, meticulously prepare them, insisting on dragging Shi Wei along to attend.
"Take a break. What's the point of reading all day?" His Majesty hugged her, his tone affectionate. "Dancing, drinking, and meeting more people will be of great help to you."
Dancing is barely acceptable, but drinking is out of the question. Shi Wei said seriously, "Drinking leads to trouble, and I've already given it up."
King Scolag II: "But I heard that the wine Allen prepared this time is a famous wine made with a recipe provided by Asta, and the royal family's stock is very limited..."
"What!" Shi Wei's attention was immediately drawn: "Astar did this!"
His Majesty smiled and nodded: Indeed, fangirls are the easiest to fool.
As long as you have even the slightest connection with your idol, she'll go crazy for it.
Anyway, Asta was an Omega and died a long time ago... Well, it's all good—the royal collection still has at least several thousand items that Asta used.
I can appease her for a long time, hoping she will continue to like Asta.
Great Mother of the Nation, bless your descendants.
Mr. Allen had made meticulous preparations, and the banquet turned out to be unexpectedly grand. Almost all the nobles, big and small, were present, including Jiang Guyuan's wife. This noblewoman, who was once known as the "First Lady," had beautiful purple eyes and long, dark brown hair, and every move she made was a model of nobility.
Out of curiosity, Shi Wei glanced at her a few more times. Madam Jiang's gaze fell directly on her face, and those eyes were almost comparable to amethyst—making Shi Wei sigh repeatedly.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her take a few deep breaths, His Majesty glanced in that direction and asked her.
"Her eyes are so beautiful." This is a pure appreciation of beauty, unrelated to any stance or attitude.
His Majesty snorted: "What's so special about purple? Blue eyes are the rarest thing."
He blinked, his deep-set eyes, a deep blue like water under the sunlight, captivating and tender. Shi Wei took a deep breath: "That's different. She's an Omega, you're an Alpha. No matter how handsome you are, you can only be the most handsome Alpha!"
"And why do you even want to compare yourself to an Omega?" Shi Wei sighed, rubbing her forehead.
Actually, Sklag II looked quite handsome today. His clothes were carefully coordinated, and he and Shi Wei, one in black and one in white, were a perfect match.
He took Shi Wei's hand and gestured invitingly: "Come on, let's dance."
Shi Wei, who was really looking forward to hearing his invitation, was speechless.
In such a beautiful and grand scene, can't we say something nice like "Beautiful lady" like in an idol drama?
Helpless, she put her other hand on his shoulder and began to dance.
Similan and Cyril stood together. They had just had a falling out recently, and if they had a choice, they certainly wouldn't stand together—but there was no other way; it was the rule.
Seeing the beautiful black and white figures in gorgeous clothes dancing a sensual dance on the dance floor, Similan said sourly, "The last time they danced was at my celebration party, and now they're already hooking up like this..."
"Be careful what you say, little brother." Cyril said calmly and slowly, "Indeed...they are a good match."
The last few words were spoken very softly, like a sigh.
Similan, as if he'd heard a joke, casually asked Cyril, "You really think so?" (He and Cyril were siblings, sometimes the people who knew each other best in the world.)
Cyril did not respond.
Seeing the two kissing, Similan's agitation intensified. Holding a glass of wine, he said, "Tell me, don't you think some people might dream in the dead of night that they are the one on the throne, with a beautiful woman in their arms and power in their hands..."
Before he could finish speaking, his elder brother coldly interrupted him: "Be careful with your words and actions."
Rarely seen to be angry, Similan didn't care at all. He took a sip of the blood-red wine and sneered, "If I were you, I wouldn't have secretly contacted her brother. He's not some gullible little rabbit. To be able to move among the nobles of Fran as a commoner, he must be a smart man."
"Mind your own business." Cyril knew that his younger brother was on good terms with the head of the Security Bureau, so it was normal for him to find out about this.
Similan continued, "Don't treat this old man like a fool. You think you can hide your true feelings? Alphas have a natural instinct when it comes to driving away rivals. Look at me, I can see right through your ugly, jealous heart—"
Cyril, finally annoyed by his constant provocations, snapped, "Aren't you jealous? If you weren't jealous, would you be here telling me all this? Aren't you despicable? Coveting your own father's woman, aren't you despicable?"
He finally dared to admit it, and Similan laughed heartily, putting a hand on his shoulder and saying, "I won't feel guilty. But you, you don't spend hours repenting every time you wake up in the middle of the night, do you?"
Cyril was speechless, and for a moment he even forgot to push his hand away.
The nonsense actually came true! Similan burst into laughter, panting, and said, "No way, you're really repenting?"
Cyril shook off his hand and prepared to leave.
Similan was in a bad mood, and he liked to share it with his older brother: if you want to be jealous, then everyone be jealous together.
He grabbed Cyril and whispered, "You're not still a naive Alpha, are you?"
Cyril stiffened, her chest heaving, her eyes reddening with anger, and a hint of annoyance flashed across her beautiful face: "What's it to you!"
Similan is no longer angry; emotions really do shift. Now it's Cyril who's agitated.
“Hey, if you really like it—” His younger brother stared at him with golden eyes, a seductive smile playing on his lips, “Why don’t you try to compete for it?”
For a fleeting moment, Cyril felt as if he were truly in a dream, dressed in a white ceremonial robe and holding a golden scepter symbolizing imperial power—the azure gem at the top of the scepter had turned a deep blue-black.
The change of imperial power was inevitable; the scepter would either be taken by him or by Similan.
But the crown, symbolizing the queen, was still worn by the woman with black hair and black eyes.
Although the face was blurry, the familiar floral scent lingered.
They were entangled together by his pheromones and could not be separated.
Then he will wake up to find the world pitch black, like a deep pool.
Cyril's world is now pitch black, just like the scene after waking up from every beautiful dream.
It took him a while to realize something was wrong. He snapped back to reality, and the world brightened up again—
Cyril, breathing heavily, looked at his younger brother and snapped, "You're using your mental powers to interfere with me?"
Similan raised an eyebrow and said, "You reacted quickly, brother. It seems your mental strength is quite good too."
Cyril looked at him for a long time, then left.
He found a garden to rest for a while. Although they were both S-class Alphas, Similan's physique was much stronger than his. Although there was still some gap between him and his father, Similan's combat power could rank among the top five in the entire Manra army.
His physique seems somewhat peculiar; his mental strength is very strong, making it easy for him to perceive the emotions of others. Similan's mental strength is of the same origin as his, so it can influence him.
This kid must have learned some kind of hypnotic technique from somewhere, daring to try to hypnotize him in this kind of situation—probably trying to embarrass him.
After resting for a while and feeling better, Cyril was about to return to the hall when he suddenly heard a familiar female voice.
It's her.
There were two people, the other one was also an Alpha, with long blond hair—hmm?
It was neither the Emperor nor Similan.
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