Resisting the Wind and Splendor

The Emperor suddenly stood up, staring at Lu Beimo's face, his expression revealing his excitement: "Now that you're healed, why are you still wearing a mask?"

Lu Beimo didn't speak.

Chu Yueli knew that the chill emanating from him was growing stronger, but she was powerless to do anything about it and could only secretly tug at his clothes.

Consort Yu wants him to stand up in front of everyone again. Consort Yu, it's time to start planning.

“Mo’er wanted to give His Majesty a surprise, so she didn’t take off her mask beforehand.” Consort Yu also stood up, looked at Lu Beimo, and smiled, “Mo’er, why don’t you take off your mask quickly?”

Even the emperor stood up; at this moment, who would dare to remain seated?

Not only did everyone around him stand up, but even Lu Beimo, after a moment of silence, slowly stood up as well.

Chu Yueli quickly stood up beside him.

Now that Prince Mo has stood up, the girls can see clearly once again that Prince Mo is really tall, more than half a head taller than Chu Yueli, and taller than the other men not far away.

Her tall, slender figure moved with the grace of flowing water, her perfect physique inspiring insane envy and jealousy.

Lu Fengjin, who was not far away, was also watching him. At this moment, his palms were clenched so tightly that his nails were almost digging into his flesh!

His face has actually healed, Ali knows!

When Consort Yu said that Lu Beimo's face had been healed, Lu Fengjin could clearly see Chu Yueli's expression. She already knew that Lu Beimo was cured!

They! They actually!

Lu Fengjin didn't know what he was thinking; he just felt a deep hatred in his heart! But he didn't even know what he should hate!

Under everyone's gaze, Lu Beimo finally raised his hand, looked at the Emperor, and said expressionlessly, "Your subject... does indeed want to give Father a surprise."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Beimo's hand landed on his mask.

He finally took off the black mask that had been with him for several years.

At that moment, the entire banquet hall fell silent.

Quiet.

The only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the gasps of the crowd.

No one speaks.

Even the emperor stared at his son's stunningly handsome face, forgetting to breathe.

Five years ago, he was already the most handsome man in Beijing.

At that time, Prince Mo was still an eighteen-year-old boy. Although he was indeed exceptionally handsome and a rare sight, he always carried a sense of naivety.

The Prince Mo before us, after five years of weathering, had a face bearing the marks of time, yet his skin was fairer than that of an average man due to his long-term use of a mask.

Amidst his vicissitudes and indifference, he also exudes the unique vigor and sunshine of youth. In short, his aura is quite contradictory, sometimes as cold as ice, sometimes as passionate as fire.

It is this tangled contradiction that creates an irresistible charm.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Miss, Miss..."

Someone has fainted!

Those around who had been startled to their senses immediately scrambled to help the girl who had fainted from suffocation after forgetting to breathe.

Someone was clutching their chest, their face turning purple. Just looking at him felt like my heart was shattering; it hurt so much!

Someone else slammed their glass onto the table with a clatter, splashing the drink inside onto the person next to them.

How could a man in this world be so beautiful! Just one glance was enough to feel as if a million years had passed in his eyes.

One glance was all it took to leave that place, and I could never escape it.