The True Her Highness the Princess

As he walked and looked around, Shi Tiexin's eyes were truly opened.

These days, Donghua Nation as a whole worshipped all things foreign. The so-called elites in particular worked hard to emulate Western styles.

Beyond the entrance was not the main venue, but merely the beginning. Floor after floor, each served a different purpose. Roman-style sculpture corridors, Mediterranean-style side halls, scaled-down replicas of Paris's Arc de Triomphe—all of it was displayed indoors.

Shi Tiexin had no desire whatsoever to ask how much all this had cost.

The very question would have been out of place here.

Had he come alone, it would have been one thing. But today he was attending as a male companion; asking such a question would damage the dignity of the Her Highness the Princess beside him. Unlike the protagonists in old Dispersed Literature who deliberately played up their rustic tackiness, he knew exactly where he stood.

Since he was accompanying a classmate, he had to help his classmate hold up the scene. Shi Tiexin gave full play to his innate talent, chatting and laughing with perfect ease as his presence flared wide open. He truly displayed a hint of a big shot's bearing, drawing many sidelong glances.

And the people attending this gathering truly all came from impressive backgrounds.

Those from the fashion, entertainment, and art worlds mentioned before—aside from the truly prestigious and respected great singers and master performers—ordinary celebrities had very little standing here. Quite a few stars had even pulled strings and racked their brains just to sneak in.

The celebrated leading actress of this television drama, that supposedly famous model—here, neither was worth mentioning.

What?

The sports world?

Donghua Nation's sports world had never truly risen. In the eyes of society's elite, athletes were still mud-legged peasants condemned to hardship and