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The night fell like a deep blue silk, gradually spreading over the city, with neon lights flickering and illuminating every corner. Lín Yè and Raisin had just returned to their residence, still lingering with the ambiance of the cinema. Raisin held a delicate invitation with gold edges, adorned with exquisite patterns that shimmered subtly in the dim light.
"Simon is hosting a ball," Raisin said in a low voice, gently opening the invitation to reveal the elegant words: "You are invited to attend tonight's grand ball."
Lín Yè Her eyes flickered slightly, and she knew what this ball meant. It was not just a regular gathering, but a power game among the nobles. This ball could turn into a secret struggle for influence.
"It seems like tonight will be quite exciting." Raisin smiled faintly, his expression carrying a hint of playfulness.
Lín Yè Looking at him from the side, there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "How do you plan to respond?"
Raisin replied lightly, "Every step at the dance is a carefully planned game. I just need to go with the flow and see what new tricks Simon has this time."
Lín Yè's mouth lifted a subtle smile, she knew well Raisin's intelligence and charm, whether in ancient court dances or modern social gatherings, he was an unparalleled focus.
"Well, then, let's go see how this game ends," Lín Yè said, a hint of excitement shining in her eyes.
They put on gorgeous outfits suitable for the dance party. Raisin stood out in a red robe under the lights, while Lín Yè chose a simple and elegant black tuxedo, exuding a hint of extraordinary in its simplicity.
Stepping out of their residence, a cool breeze in the night air, Lín Yè and Raisin set out on the way to the dance party. They knew that tonight's dance party was not just an ordinary gathering, but a secret and exciting power play.
The night was deep, like a pot of exquisite black wine pouring slowly into the heart of the city. A magnificent castle stood towering, this was Simon's home, the venue for tonight's ball. The castle's outer walls were embedded with countless bright gems, shining like stars in the night sky, dazzling and radiant.
In front of the castle, vehicles came and went in a continuous stream, like flowing water. Each carriage carried nobles dressed in magnificent attire, their clothes shimmering in the lamplight, exuding elegance and grace with every step. Raisin and Lín Yè entered the castle, only to find the interior even more splendid and dazzling, resplendent in gold and jade. Tall columns, exquisite sculptures, and crystal chandeliers cascading like waterfalls all displayed the wealth and nobility of the host.
In the ballroom, pairs of dancers gracefully waltzed to the melodious music. The gentlemen were dressed in tuxedos, while the ladies wore long gowns, their steps light and elegant, as if in a dream.
Raisin was dressed in a red robe embroidered with a golden serpent, showcasing his regal bearing. His silver-white hair shimmered uniquely under the lights. As he entered the ballroom, all eyes seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, turning unanimously towards him. His invincible kingly aura made everyone present feel a hint of oppression.
Lín Yè was wearing a well-tailored black tight skirt, her slender figure exuding strength, embodying the agility of a hunter. Her eyes revealed curiosity towards Raisin, as this was the first time she had seen him openly display his elegance and charm.
In the center of the ballroom, Raisin extended his hand in a noble and elegant manner to invite Lín Yè to dance. The two of them danced slowly, their steps remarkably coordinated as if they were naturally meant to be together. Raisin's leadership and Lín Yè's adaptability blended perfectly, and as they danced gracefully, the entire ballroom seemed to erupt in applause for them. Other dance partners unconsciously made way, creating a space to admire this beautiful pair.
The music reaches a climax, the melody majestic like a waterfall, every note seems to command, directing the dancers' heartbeat and breath. Raisin's movements become more intense and powerful with the music, he gently and forcefully supports Lín Yè at the waist, spinning her lightly in the air. The entire dance hall seems to freeze at this moment, all eyes focused on them, only the sound of the music flowing slowly.
Lín Yè's dark black hair dances in the air with the spin, like a black satin, shimmering with a mysterious luster under the lights. Her eyes lock with Raisin, both filled with deep emotions, as if time stands still at this moment. The music's melody is gentle and intense, perfectly echoing the two's passionate and intense dance.
Rayark stood on one side of the ballroom, holding a glass of wine, watching the dance of Raisin and Lín Yè with complex emotions in his eyes. This dance symbolized a subtle change in the relationship between Raisin and Lín Yè. A hint of imperceptible concern was present in his gaze, and a touch of bitterness was hidden in the smile at the corner of his mouth.
Meanwhile, Simon sat on the platform of the ballroom, his gaze sweeping over Raisin and Lín Yè with a look of puzzlement and deep thought. His brow slightly furrowed, as if pondering a profound question. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest, and his eyes shimmered with the light of scheming and ambition.
At the end of the dance, Raisin and Lín Yè stopped in the center of the ballroom. Raisin looked deeply at Lín Yè, reached out and gently touched her cheek, saying, "Thank you, this is the most beautiful dance of my life."
Lín Yè blushed slightly, looking into Raisin's eyes and responded softly, "You danced well."
The whole ballroom erupted once again with enthusiastic applause and cheers, and all the nobles marveled at the perfect performance of this dance pair.
The ball continued, but the dance of Raisin and Lín Yè became the focus of the evening, with every move of theirs being carefully observed and becoming the topic of many people's conversations.
The night was as dark as ink, and the lively hustle and bustle of the ballroom formed a sharp contrast with the tranquility outside. The candlelight and lamplight flowed like water, painting exquisite and magnificent pictures. However, Raisin and Lín Yè had long drifted away from this prosperity, their souls intertwining as they danced together.
As the host, Simon gracefully swayed his wine glass and approached Raisin and Lín Yè. A faint smile hung on his lips, exuding elegance and composure, but his deep blue eyes shimmered with an inexplicable sharpness, as if hiding unfathomable schemes.
"My king, tonight's dance is truly unforgettable." Simon spoke, his voice carrying a subtle sharpness, as if trying to probe into Raisin's inner thoughts.
"Thank you for the praise." Raisin responded calmly, his gaze steady like water, seemingly able to see through Simon's mind, but choosing to remain silent and not easily reveal his own cards.
"I have some things I want to discuss with the king alone. Human, you don't mind, do you?" Simon's gaze turned to Lín Yè, his words filled with unquestionable certainty, but also tinged with a hint of disdain.
Lín Yè flashed a hint of displeasure in her eyes, but she did not show it directly. She knew Simon's scheming, and also knew that any impulsive behavior in this situation would be detrimental to Raisin. She nodded gently and smiled, saying, "Of course, this is a matter between Bloodlines, I naturally won't interfere. You two talk slowly, I'll go see if there's anything else interesting at the ball."
After speaking, Lín Yè gracefully turned and left, her steps light as if she were the twinkling stars in the night sky.
Simon watched Lín Yè's departing figure, a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes, then turned to Raisin and said, "My lord, you have returned. The entire Bloodline is awaiting your decision. How do you intend to handle the future of Bloodline?"
Raisin gazed at Simon with a hint of depth in his eyes: "The future of Bloodline doesn't need a dictator, but a true leader. I will make my decision, but not now."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Simon's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Well, I look forward to it."
After speaking, Simon bowed and left, his figure elongating in the candlelight and gradually disappearing into the crowd at the ball.
Raisin stood quietly, his gaze fixed on the distant night sky, as if contemplating some profound question.
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