Chapter 157: Dark Fairy Tale, Cinderella Makes a Deal with the Devil (15)
On the other side, Anastasia chose a pink mask that matched the style of the dress she was wearing today.
After choosing the masks, the new attendant walked over to the two of them.
"Ladies, please come in."
As the words fell, the door of the gorgeous ballroom opened, and a dazzling light was cast in front of the eyes.
Shen Yuan closed his eyes uncomfortably, and it took him a few seconds to adapt to the bright light.
The beautiful eyelashes fluttered gently, like two small fans, opening and closing, taking in the entire scene in front of them.
What meets the eye is an extremely luxurious aristocratic feast, gorgeous dance opera, the crisp sound of glasses clinking together, and soft laughter in suppressed voices.
In the magnificent hall, there was a large, exquisite blue palace lantern hanging. The slightly trembling tassels on the lantern matched the floor and the low-hanging velvet curtains.
The golden wine slowly poured into the transparent cup wall in a hazy atmosphere of wealth and nobility. The hard work of thousands of textile workers was trampled under the feet of the powerful.
The air seems to be filled with the scent of luxury, which makes people unconsciously indulge in it and unwilling to escape until they drown.
Chen Yuan unconsciously slowed down his breathing, looking at the scene in front of him in amazement and surprise, unwilling to look away.
She finally saw the luxurious and high-end ball that belonged to the fairy tale world.
All of this was impacting her sight.
The ladies, dressed in luxurious dresses and wearing dazzling jewels, danced gracefully on the dance floor.
Beside them were princes or dignitaries wearing haute couture tuxedos, with their long arms around the delicate and fair backs of the girls, with elegant manners and noble postures.
The protagonist of this ball was Cinderella. Chen Yuan stayed in the corner obediently, trying not to get close to those noble princesses and princes.
But just because she wanted to keep a low profile didn't mean no one noticed her.
On the contrary, her slender figure and skin as white as winter snow looked even more beautiful and ambiguous under the dim lights of the ball.
It makes people unconsciously get closer and want to have a taste of her beauty.
Soon, an elegant man approached and invited Anastasia to dance with him.
Anastasha hesitated, not knowing how to refuse.
Her mother asked her to take good care of Dusula, so she couldn't be too far away from Dusula.
But it was obvious that the man in front of him was of extraordinary status. If he offended him, there would be bad consequences.
Shen Yuan knew Anastasia's hesitation, so he reached out and tugged at her sleeve, lowered his voice and whispered in her ear:
"Sister, you go ahead. I can take care of myself."
Anastasia gave her a few worried instructions, which basically meant that she should stay here and not run around.
After getting Chen Yuan's assurance, she followed the man onto the dance floor with some concern.
Anastasia left a short while ago
"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance a tango?"
The man was wearing a neat white suit, with a white mask covering his sharp eyes. He had a stern posture and carried the arrogance of a superior.
[Host, this is the king's eighteenth son, Prince Raphael.]
Shen Yuan had no impression of this name, and there was no description of Prince Raphael in Grimm's Fairy Tales, so he should be a not very important character.
She smiled gently and harmlessly, her face was fair and pretty, and her red lips moved up and down.
"I'm sorry, but I can't dance tango."
When the soft and fearful voice fell into Prince Raphael's ears, he felt his heart numb, as if a kitten was scratching him.
The beautiful girl, even her voice is like the spell of a siren, full of extreme temptation.
He curled his lips, his eyes hidden under the mask showing interest, as if he saw a fun...little rabbit?
"It's okay, I'll teach you."
"No... no thanks."
Chen Yuan waved her hands in panic to refuse. Due to nervousness, a beautiful red hue appeared in her wet eyes, making her look extremely pitiful.
Raphael's eyes grew darker, and a hint of coldness flashed across them almost imperceptibly.
"You came to the ball on account of Philip?"
He naturally sat down beside Shen Yuan, his tall figure completely shrouding the petite Shen Yuan in darkness.
"ah?"
Shen Yuan was obviously a little slow, and for a moment he even forgot who Philip was.
Raphael couldn't help but chuckle and patiently reminded
"My brother, the king's nineteenth son, the star of this ball. Aren't all of you pretty girls here for him?"
He spoke slowly and in a low voice, with a polite and gentle smile always on his face.
The strangeness and panic in Chen Yuan's heart dissipated a little, but he still didn't dare to let his guard down.
She always had a feeling that Raphael was not a simple person, at least not as gentle and harmless as he seemed on the surface.
"I just came here to have some fun."
She spoke softly, took the wine on the table beside her and took a sip.
hiss..
It's so hard to drink.
The strong and intense smell of alcohol filled the tip of her nose, and Shen Yuan's delicate and beautiful face wrinkled in discomfort.
Why is the alcohol content of wine in this world so high? It tastes just like white wine.
Chen Yuan's face was a little flushed, and the wine stimulated a bit of color in her eyes.
Raphael's low, magnetic laughter came to my ears.
"You don't drink?"
"Um."
"If you can't drink, then don't drink. Don't force yourself."
He snatched the wine glass from Shen Yuan's hand with a bit of force, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, his fingertips accidentally touched Shen Yuan's soft and delicate palm.
Chen Yuan withdrew his hand abruptly as if he had been scalded.
"Whose family are you from? I feel like I've never seen you before."
Raphael lowered his body and closed the distance between them.
"My father's name is Aylas."
Elas?
Isn’t he the titular duke who wanted to work in the royal palace not long ago?
Raphael had some impression of Elas.
As far as he could remember, he did have a daughter, born to a stupid woman, but after that woman died, he rarely paid attention to the news from there.
Raphael's eyes darkened slightly, and there was a bit more scrutiny in his gaze towards Chen Yuan.
"Are you his daughter, Cinderella?"
"No, my name is Dusula."
Raphael understood and immediately realized what had happened.
It turned out that after that woman died, Elas married another one.
But the girl in front of him looked a little out of age, so she must have been brought here by another woman.
"Do you know my father?"
Shen Yuan suddenly raised his head, his innocent gaze falling on Raphael's face.
Raphael curled his lips, his eyes were deep, suppressing strong and complex emotions, and the joints hanging at his sides turned slightly white.
"I don't know him."
Chen Yuan said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, Anastasia came back from dancing.
When she saw a man sitting next to her sister, she immediately became extremely alert.
"Dusula."
"elder sister."
Shen Yuan went forward obediently, but the next second, was pulled to a corner by Anastasia.
She was very strong and Shen Yuan couldn't break free.
"Sister, it hurts..."
Seeing Shen Yuan's pitiful appearance with his brows furrowed in pain, Anastasia belatedly let go of her hand.
The skin under my palm has turned red.
Dusula was born with fair skin and was well-raised since childhood. Her skin was delicate, and even the slightest force would leave glaring red marks, as if she had been abused.
"Feel sorry."
She calmed down a little, lowered her voice, and leaned close to Shen Yuan's ear and asked
"Who was that man sitting next to you just now?"
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