33 Chapter 33: Wall Flower (1/2)

The ballroom is a beautiful sight. There is the picture of a half moon and half sun, just like Ji described. The whole room is painted with gold and silver. There are even diamonds on the chandeliers and an assortment of jewels coating the walls. Everyone gasps in astonishment at the beautiful ballroom.

”Everytime I see this, it surprises me!” a couple people say.

Others stare speechless. The two Kings and the Queens stand on the podium.

”Let the ball commence!” they announce.

I meet up with KaiZhen, and we dance the first dance, just like what escorts are supposed to do. He isn't a bad dancer… After that, I leave the dancefloor quickly, avoiding as many people as I can. I meet with Xing, at the refreshments.

”Xing! Why aren't you out there dancing?”

”Ah, I don't enjoy dancing, and I'm not really good at it,” she explains.

I nod and take a glass of sparkling lemonade. I look at the dancefloor with the Kings and Queens dancing together, chattering with their friendship known. The maids and servants dance too. It is quite a joyous occasion for everyone in this palace. If any kingdom were to invade now, the people here would be absolutely livid. Maybe even destroy the other kingdom. I laugh at the image in my head.

Xing starts to talk, ”Ah? You're not taking any alcohol? What a pity.”

”Haha, I don't like it. I've also never tried.”

Xing gulps down an entire glass.

”Ah! You'll get used to it once you drink it,” she says with a dreary smile.

I laugh as I relish some truffles and macarons. I look over at the dancefloor, as I munch. XiaoLong and TianYu are dancing together for the tenth time or something. Wait why am I counting? It's none of my business. As long as he doesn't come here, I'm fine. I turn away and focus on other things.

But after a couple minutes, that moment comes to reality. XiaoLong comes up to us as Xing and I converse.

”May I have a dance with you, Princess YingYue?”

Cold sweat drips down my back as I fill with fear. One wrong move and we're all done for. Xing nods at me and smiles. I look over at my parents who do the same. All of the eyes in the ballroom are on us. I gulp down nervously. My shaky hand reaches out and takes his. He pulls me in as the orchestra starts a new piece. I dared not to meet his eyes. I look around the ballroom, light on my feet, dancing.

”You remind me much of a friend of mine,” XiaoLong starts to talk.