Lan Fan stared blankly at Dewei Yang, trying to see if she could remember a prince with that name. She couldn't; she must have never met him before. He must be from one of the minor clans, then.

He smirked, gallantly, and stared straight at her.

She felt sick, because she could see lust in his eyes. She shuddered.

His smirk grew, and he seemed to think that she, also, lusted after him.

She had never felt this sick before.


Dewei, eagerly, anticipated what he would do to torture Lan Fan, and Ling Yao.

He smirked, as he realized that he could have the fair Lan Fan, all to himself, whenever he wanted.

He wondered, though, how he would torture the 'great' Ling Yao. Oh, he could make Ling watch, as he touches Ling's 'little' lover.

He smirked, 'Oh, what fun!'

He found himself thrilled that he could do whatever he wanted to the 'old' royalty, and not get in trouble for it.

He, after all, was the 'new' royalty.