Perhaps the sound was too obvious, and everyone looked in the direction of the comer, and what was visible in their eyes-

He is a handsome officer who is handsome and handsome.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure.

Dressed in a tall military uniform, with golden tassels hanging down from his shoulders, he was clasped with a golden corset around his waist, the buttons reflected a metallic luster, and two long straight 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: This is clearly the appearance of hurrying from the army.

Facing the man's handsome face, the faces of all the nobles' daughters couldn't help but turn red.

His Royal Highness Prince Charles is truly excellent.

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

It's pretty handsome.

And then what...... Nope.

Because, whether it is Silaire or Hoddle, his appearance alone can crush this person, not to mention that Fu Yue's pickiness about beauty has reached a higher level after experiencing so many planes.

Only her Britney can barely get into the eye.

Fu Yue took a sip of the wine glass, no longer looking at Charles, her curly eyelashes drooping, her mind thinking about how to sneak to the Imperial Library.

Her body's magical talent is so average that she can't teleport with a random spell......

Fu Yue was stunned.

Silaire, yes, so why didn't she just let Silaire take her to the Library? Why do you have to work so hard to come here?

The girl's face suddenly became a little strange.

What about her brain?

Fu Yue pinched the fingers of the wine glass, and couldn't help but reach out to cover his face.

Never mind...... It's all here, so let's go wander around first, maybe she can find something.

While Fu Yue was thinking about what excuse to slip out of the banquet hall.

A slender hand reached out in front of her.

Fu Yue was stunned: "? ”

Raising his head, he met Charles's handsome face.

“May I？”

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

Charles was inviting her to dance.

It's just a dance, Fu Yue is not so hypocritical that she refuses.

The black-haired girl lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly, performing an elegant manner, and put her slender fingers on Charles's hand.

"My pleasure."

....

Charles is a very gentlemanly man, he gently puts one hand on the girl's waist and holds her hand with the other, and the distance between the two is very gentlemanly.

It was really just a dance.

They work well together, immaculately perfect, but there is an inexplicable sense of disobedience, as if ...... That's right, it's as if dancing this dance is just for a formulaic task.

Fu Yue could see it at a glance.