Chapter 218: The Mounteclair Ball XIX

Weisheng stood quietly in the corner, his eyes darting across the room while everyone else remained consumed by awe and disbelief. While the others had their heads bowed in prayer, Weisheng had not closed his eyes for even a second. His sharp gaze had caught every movement, every detail—and what he had seen left him deeply unsettled.

It was during the prayer, while the room was veiled in solemnity and silence, that he had seen Duke make his move. With the subtle precision of a seasoned schemer, Duke had reached into his pocket and withdrawn a small vial. Weisheng's eyes narrowed as he watched Duke unscrew the vial and carefully let a single drop of its contents fall into Prince's open mouth. The effect had been almost instantaneous. Prince, who had been lifeless and pale moments before, had stirred, his complexion returning, his breaths steadying. And then, to the astonishment of everyone else in the room, his eyes had opened.