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Chapter 102 The Banquet

In the end, Su Nian didn't do anything to Lin Ye. He quickly ate dinner in the apartment and left.

The next morning, the sky above the foggy city was still covered by dark clouds.

Lin Ye and Pei Xiao started their operation early on, meeting with the officials from the Fog Legion.

Throughout the day, Lin Ye and Pei Xiao, along with the officials from the Fog Legion, traveled to half of the city.

They traversed the intricate underground black market, the dark and damp slums, and even the blind spots surrounding some upscale communities, searching for hiding places one by one.

Lin Ye and Pei Xiao emerged from an alley. Pei Xiao frowned and said, "This guy is slippery as an eel. We've searched over a dozen places and haven't even seen a trace of him."

The only certainty is that the other party occasionally appears in this city, and probably hasn't left yet.

The sword-drawing ceremony is in five days, and Lin hopes to get rid of this criminal before the ceremony begins.

That way, once the ceremony is over, he can go straight back to Ningchuan without having to waste his energy here.

Tonight, Princess Elizabeth of the Royal Family will be hosting a grand banquet at the St. George Hotel.

Many celebrities from the political, business, and artistic circles were invited, making it a very grand event.

The fugitive really liked to hang out in these high-end and chaotic places. The Fog Alliance was worried that he might sneak into the banquet and do something under the cover of chaos, so they sent Lin Ye and Pei Xiao to keep an eye on him.

An hour later, Pei Xiao parked the car in front of the main entrance of the St. George Hotel.

At this moment, the red carpet outside the main gate was brightly lit, and a long line of luxury cars stretched out as well. Well-dressed men and women entered the gate under the umbrellas of the doormen.

Lin Ye and Pei Xiao changed into crisp black suits. For Lin Ye, the suit felt somewhat restrictive, as the edge of the tie was pressed against the shirt, which somewhat limited the movement of his neck.

The two presented the invitations prepared in advance by the Fog Legion officials and passed through the heavily guarded entrance without incident.

Upon entering the banquet hall, one is immediately enveloped by the aromas of expensive perfumes, rich wines, and cigars.

On the magnificent golden dome, a huge crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

The long dining table was set with porcelain and silverware. Socialites, dressed in luxurious gowns, and gentlemen, holding wine glasses, gathered in small groups, engaging in the social activities typical of high society.

A corner of the banquet hall.

Su Nian wore a dark blue silk dress today. The dress had a simple design, and the deep blue color made her already fair skin look even more flawless.

Combined with her seemingly innate aloof temperament, she was like a precious piece of porcelain placed quietly outside the noisy world.

Standing next to Su Nian was her classmate Olivia, the countess's daughter, who wore an expensive gown covered in hand embroidery and diamonds, with a necklace that sparkled under the lights.

Olivia was indeed a rare beauty, with an elegance and nobility that embodied the old European aristocracy in every gesture.

Even so, when the two stood side by side, the occasional glances cast around them would inevitably be fixed on Su Nian.

She is here because her mentor, Jasmine, recommended her to the princess.

Her mentor, Jasmine, had helped her a lot, and she didn't want to go against her mentor's good intentions.

Although the Royal Academy is a gathering place for celebrities, only a very small number of students can receive an invitation to Princess Elizabeth's dinner party.

The fact that Professor Jasmine personally went to the princess to request an invitation is enough to prove just how outstanding Su Nian is.

At this moment, a slight commotion arose among the crowd at the front of the banquet hall, and some people vaguely mentioned Princess Elizabeth's name.

Olivia glanced in the direction, then turned to Su Nian and said, "Her Highness the Princess has come out. My father instructed me to go and pay my respects to her. There are too many rules over there, you might not like them, so please wait here for me for a while."

Su Nian responded softly, watching Olivia walk towards the crowd deeper into the hall.

After Olivia left, Su Nian remained alone.

The dinner party was attended by too many celebrities. For these Western men who were used to being adept at dating, a beautiful, single Eastern girl was undoubtedly an alluring prey.

Less than two minutes later, a young white man wearing a sharp tuxedo and with his hair slicked back came forward.

With what he considered a charming smile on his face, he gave a slight bow, performing an impeccable gentlemanly gesture, and then extended his hand to Su Nian, inviting her to dance in a fluent and smooth tone.

"My beautiful lady, the waltz tonight is so enchanting, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance with me?"

"Sorry, I can't dance."

She responded in fluent Wuli, with a cold indifference that kept people at arm's length, clearly indicating she didn't want to continue the conversation.

The young white man's smile froze slightly. He awkwardly withdrew his hand. Although he was unwilling, he couldn't linger too long in such a celebrity-filled setting. He could only maintain his last bit of composure, nod slightly, and turn to leave.

This man's failure did not deter others. In this circle where charm is measured by wealth and family background, there are always people who are confident in their own qualities.

Just a few minutes later, a young man wearing a custom-made suit and an exquisite brooch on his chest walked over with two glasses of champagne.

He handed one of the glasses to Su Nian with a smile: "Beautiful lady, I am the heir apparent to the Rockefeller Financial Group. May I ask your name?"

"I don't drink, thank you."

Seeing Su Nian's resolute attitude, the young man hesitated for a moment with his wine glass in hand, and finally could only laugh awkwardly before tactfully retreating back into the crowd.

Before long, another art collector, who claimed to own a private gallery on St. Teresa Street, approached her, trying to attract the attention of the Asian girl with some obscure and profound art topics.

However, Su Nian simply stood there quietly, using a few very concise words to completely silence the other party's carefully prepared remarks.

After several men were turned down by Su Nian, the men around her who had been eager to make their move finally realized that this elegant and aloof Eastern beauty had no intention of befriending any new tycoons at the banquet.

For a time, although many eyes still lingered on her ethereal face, no one dared to approach her rashly and risk making a fool of themselves.

The wooden door at the back of the banquet hall was slowly opened by a waiter, and the previously noisy conversation quickly subsided like the receding tide, with everyone's eyes focused in that direction.

Princess Elizabeth, surrounded by several attendants and guards, walked gracefully into the hall.