In order to learn all kinds of dances and taste all kinds of delicacies, Ming Zhu finally chose to betray…herself.
She had signed a contract with Su Ye to be a dancer in the Blackheart Restaurant for a year.
The next day, the news of Ming Zhu dancing in the Blackheart Restaurant swept through the entire city like a storm, and more people knew about it.
The day before, many people had expressed their doubts about this news.
However, after the first day of verification, everyone believed it and no longer doubted it.
The next night, more and more dignitaries came to the Blackheart Restaurant in order to witness Ming Zhu's dance and true appearance.
Of course, the news of the Blackheart Restaurant charging exorbitant entrance fees, seating fees, and all sorts of expensive dishes and wine had also spread out, and everyone knew about it.
If one did not have money, they could not come to the black-hearted restaurant to spend money, let alone see Ming Zhu's true appearance and watch her dance.
Those poor people who had no money could only look at the buildings and sigh, listening to the rich brag afterwards.
Ming Zhu's dance was so beautiful, she was so beautiful, the food was so delicious, and the cold beer was so refreshing.
These unprecedented experiences were not something that the poor could enjoy.
South Korea, Snow Garment Castle!
This was the nest of every generation of hereditary marquises in Korea.
The atmosphere of Snow Garment Castle was very gloomy, but the design was very grand and spectacular.
A suspension bridge was the only entrance. Under the bridge was a bottomless city gate with a bat symbol.
A few tall statues of soldiers were erected on both sides, and the military flag printed with the bat family emblem fluttered in the wind.
The red chains seemed to have an unknown past. Withered bones shone in silver armor, and the Blood-clothed Fortress was pure.
It was a place filled with legends that made people shudder. It was like a cold snowy mountain.
Snow Garment Castle was very grand, almost as grand as the palace of Xin Zheng.
At this moment, in the grand hall, candles were swaying and flickering.
A man was sitting on the main seat, looking out at the outside world.
His skin was pale, his hair was snow-white, his lips were red, his waist was white, his clothes were red and black, and he had a simple and flirtatious crown on his head. All of these showed off his evil charm.
He was wearing a pair of military boots, which made him look even more domineering.
This person was the master of the Snow Garment Castle.
The Bloodstained Marquis-Bai Yifei!
Baiyifei was the son of a bright future who had inherited his family's military achievements.
His snow-white clothes floated among the officials, and the entire Han Country admired him.
His martial arts allowed him to have a face that did not age. He looked like a handsome young man, and his age could not be seen.
Baiyifei was sitting on a bronze throne with one hand supporting his chin. His expression was cold, and his silver hair was fluttering in the wind, exuding an evil charm.
Even though he didn't exude a powerful aura, everyone felt an inexplicable pressure when facing him.
In front of Bai Yifei was his adjutant, who was kneeling and following him.
"Did you get news of Ming Zhu?" Baiyifei looked at the adjutant and said slowly.
"There's already news. It's said that Miss Ming Zhu went to Xin Zheng and danced in a restaurant called Black Heart Restaurant.”the adjutant answered truthfully.
She went to a black-hearted restaurant to dance?
Hearing the news, Baiyifei frowned and a cold look appeared on his face.
Who was Ming Zhu?
It was Bai Yifei's cousin!
She actually went to a restaurant to be a dancer!
Who was Bai Yifei?
The Blood Robed Marquis held military power and was in charge of 100,000 troops in Korea. Who would dare to let his cousin become a dancer?
He was simply courting death!
"I haven't been to Xinzheng for a long time.”Baiyifei said as he stood up from his throne.
"Lord Marquis, are you entering the capital?”the adjutant asked.
"Naturally!" The corners of Baiyi's lips curled up into a devilish smile.
"Mobilize 300 White Armored Soldiers and follow me to Xinzheng.”
A cold voice echoed in the hall.
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