Today, Lanchi Had the Final Say

It was the end of August in the Flower Capital Pariel, the fourth Sunday of the month.

Autumn was approaching, and dark clouds blanketed the sky.

Heavy clouds shrouded the entire Flower Capital, as if a torrential downpour were only one step away.

As a result, the Holy Silver Vine Arena had not opened its domed roof today. Instead, it had adopted closed mode.

"So this is what the Holy Silver Vine Arena's dome looks like when rain might be coming."

In the Baptiste Family's three consecutive reserved sections in the Heavenly Imperial Hall, Christina rested both hands on the back of the sofa and tilted her head up toward the sky.

The entire venue was so vast that its ceiling was nearly impossible to see. Its dome was a gigantic hemispherical projection depicting a distant starry sky, deep blue as the background, with stars embedded in it like brilliant gems. They drifted slowly overhead, and occasionally a wisp of illusory white cloud floated past, shrouding the stars like a thin mist.

"Christina, sit properly."

Kyle, the eldest son of Earl Baptiste, looked at his sister from the sofa on the other side and advised her helplessly.

Although his sister had grown up doing whatever she pleased, sitting so casually in a venue like this, like some old man, made her look far too lacking in the dignity expected of a Countess.

"Yeah, yeah."

Christina answered perfunctorily and sat a little straighter.

She looked toward her brother Kyle.

Since Butler Luo Qi's working days were Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday, and today was Sunday, he had not come with their family.

Christina immediately felt as if someone were missing.

And if she had to say whom she was most wary of, it was only Luo Qi. With Luo Qi absent,