"A perfectly good ball, ended so unhappily."
The long-awaited coming-of-age ceremony of the Young Master eventually froze completely following Yan Yueqing's righteous declaration, like flames thrown into an ice cellar, leaving only the embers of awkwardness and embarrassment.
Inside the Elder Council Hall, the heavy air was almost stagnant.
The luxurious crystal chandelier cast a cold light, reflecting on the faces of the five elders, each with different expressions, each harboring different calculations in their hearts.
The Fifth Elder, Jiang Catherine, was the first to break the silence. Her well-maintained fingers unconsciously twisted the intricate lace of her skirt, her tone full of regret and a trace of imperceptible anxiety.
