Lianshan Xin let out a furious roar that shook the entire gathering.
Everyone looked at him-the groom on his joyous wedding day now resembled an enraged lion, his eyes bloodshot and his whole body radiating icy killing intent.
By all appearances, he looked like someone who had been bullied in his own home.
The Prince of Donghai clutched the wound at his waist, his already pale face turning even paler.
For an instant, he was almost bewildered. Could this really be his grandson?
Had the boy misunderstood him?
Shen Miaoshu was utterly baffled too.
How did he know I was hiding here?
How did he know I was the Demon Cult's Right Envoy?
What else did he know?
Before she could work it out, the people around her scattered in an instant.
Everyone present fixed their eyes on the "maid" standing there with a livid face.
"Was she really the Demon Cult's Right Envoy?"
"She hasn't denied it."
"The Demon Cult's Right Envoy was a woman?"
"She really was. I have inside information: the Demon Cult's Left Envoy was a man, and the Right Envoy was a woman."
The corner of Shen Miaoshu's eye twitched as she listened to these remarkably well-informed guests.
Anyone attending the wedding banquet between the Prince of Donghai's Estate and a Shen Family woman had some standing.
It was perfectly normal for these people to know a little inside information about the Demon Cult.
Shen Miaoshu's true identity was a secret, but her gender was not.
In that respect, the Demon Cult's Left and Right Envoys still fell far short of the Demon Cult's Three Great Elders.
Blood Guanyin belonged at the same table as the Left and Right Envoys.
Facing the mysterious and powerful Right Envoy of the Demon Cult, the young prince showed