"Oh, it's the Jiang Family's young lady."
As a Moonlit Parliament Upper Councilor, Su Shijun spotted the solitary, brilliant splash of red on the lawn at once. Surprise entered her voice, along with a hint of amusement.
Zheng Qing abruptly pulled his gaze away and looked at the witch in the golden chair.
A second later, he grunted and hastily lowered his eyes—Su Shijun wasn't wearing glasses today, and she had put on makeup! Heaven knew what seeing her at such close range did to a young wizard. His heart felt like a towel someone had seized and wrung hard.
One moment, fear had nearly stopped him breathing; the next, her unbearable beauty made him forget how to breathe. The two utterly different emotions gripped opposite ends of his heart like a pair of hands and twisted.
Bang!
A pale blue magic firework shot skyward and burst beside the moon. Its dazzling sparks outlined a huge blue Nine-tailed Fox. As its tails whirled, the fox dissolved into a giant Crimson Bat with outstretched wings, followed by a blue wolf, a ghost glowing with a soft pearly light, and a brass-colored Zombie.
The forms of the Moonlit Parliament's five Upper Councilor races appeared one after another in the night sky. The blooming fireworks finally jolted the stunned wizard back to his senses.
"Isn't this a Moon Clan ball?"
The moment Zheng Qing spoke, he realized his voice was a little hoarse.
"You sound just like a medieval Vampire fresh out of his coffin," Su Shijun teased. She sat upright on her throne, smiling down at the venue. Her lips did not move, but her voice rang clearly in the young scholarship student's ears. "Under the Moon Ball is, as the name suggests, a ball held beneath the moon. Any wizard who