After the assassin was dragged out of the hall, the smile on Liu Qian's face remained warm.
He raised his wine cup, his voice steady. "A minor interruption, everyone. Let us continue the feast. Fine wine should not be disturbed by conspiracies."
The guests forcibly suppressed the turmoil in their hearts, mustering stiff smiles as they raised their cups in response.
Yet the way they looked at Liu Qian had changed completely, now tinged with a deeper fear.
He had broken a blade with his bare hands and met its edge with his flesh without suffering a scratch...
Was he even human?!
The terror of this eastern Dragonlord far exceeded their imaginations.
The seven Queens immediately gathered around him, their delicate hands anxiously feeling over his body to check him, their eyes of various colors filled with lingering fear and worry.
"Your Majesty! Are you truly unharmed?"
"That dagger... that poisoned needle..."
Daenerys's voice trembled with tears.
Ynys bit her lower lip hard.
A cold gleam flashed through Jelena's eyes, as though she wanted to tear the assassin into pieces.
Liu Qian took their hands one by one, reassuring them gently. "Don't worry. A little trick like that cannot hurt me."
As he comforted the women, their frightened hearts gradually settled, though they still crowded close beside him, unwilling to move away.
Before long, Mezzo, the Master of Whisperers, slipped discreetly through the crowd and came to Liu Qian's side.
His expression was so dark it seemed water might drip from it. Lowering his voice, he said, "Your Majesty, that assassin... is dead. He bit through a poison sac hidden in his tooth. Our people failed to stop him."
Entirely unsurprised, Liu Qian nodded slightly. "No matter. I already knew where he came from."
Mezzo froze, a sharp gleam flashing