The hidden clan's royal palace was situated on a high elevation. The mountain peak was flat, allowing for the construction of the vast palace.
From atop the palace, one could survey the bustling downtown of the hidden clan below, evoking a sense of ruling over all.
However, as Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye stepped out of the parking lot, they were greeted by a flashy red off-road vehicle honking at them.
The off-road vehicle stopped, and the person in the passenger seat poked their head out, waving at the two. "Hi, we meet again."
The speaker was Anthony.
He casually pushed open the car door, gave a greeting to the driver, closed the door, and walked directly towards Meng Jingwei.
"You're here for the banquet too?"
Anthony, in his signature silver-gray suit, made his deeply contoured face appear even more handsome, yet also accentuated the freckles on his face.
He raised his hand to flick his short blonde hair, smiling with a self-proclaimed dashing charm.
Upon seeing Anthony, Meng Jingwei couldn't be bothered to engage. She merely responded with a sound and continued walking forward.
Anthony completely ignored Qing Muye, who stood beside Meng Jingwei. Instead, he jogged to Meng Jingwei's side, walking shoulder to shoulder with her.
"I know you're still holding a grudge against me because of Qing Muye. But what can you do? You can't kill me."
He spread his hands and said arrogantly, "However, I can allow you to use me. Let's join forces and confront the hidden clan together. What do you say?"
After Anthony finished speaking, Meng Jingwei paused her steps, turned to face him, and sneered, "Allow me to use you? Hmph, how truly difficult for a prince like yourself."
"You were forced to come to the hidden clan. I know you're not interested in the position of hidden lord. If you're willing to cooperate with me, I'll agree to any conditions you set."
His serious and earnest demeanor, at first glance, seemed genuine.
But Meng Jingwei would rather believe in ghosts than in Anthony.
"Alright. You're sure you'll agree to everything?" she retorted.
"Of course!"
Anthony nodded confidently, his hands tucked into his trousers pockets, carrying the condescending posture of a prince.
Meng Jingwei raised her hand to brush away a strand of hair blown by the wind, her cool eyes fixed on Anthony. Her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke word by word, "I want... your life. Will you give it?"
She deliberately slowed her speech, her tone thick with an unshakeable killing intent.
"Hahaha, Miss Weiwei is truly straightforward and unconcerned with trivialities."
Anthony, who used to call her by her name directly, now addressed her familiarly as 'Miss Weiwei,' as if deliberately trying to win her over.
He then continued, "If I tell you something, I believe you'll be willing to cooperate with me."
For some reason, Meng Jingwei suddenly had a bad premonition. "What is it?"
Anthony smiled, crossed his arms, glanced at the man standing beside Meng Jingwei, and slowly spoke, "Qing Muye is dead. You came to the hidden clan alone, yet you left the two children with Pei Ying and Wei Dongkui. Do you trust them that much?"
"What do you mean?"
Meng Jingwei became instantly nervous, inching closer to Anthony and questioning him, "What happened to my children?"
Anthony raised his eyebrows, shrugged, and raised his right hand. "I, Anthony, swear on the fate of the entire royal family of Country C, I haven't touched your children."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Meng Jingwei's heartstrings tightened, filled with unease.
But Anthony didn't give her the answer directly. Instead, he stepped closer, leaned in, and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, at the Yatugewa Hotel, I'll be waiting for you."
After dropping the sentence, Anthony strode past her and left.