I created a foundation

Behind Kaguya, Hayasaka Ai stood quietly like a silent shadow.

Hayasaka also changed into a sharp black suit and skirt suit. Her long golden hair was tied back. Her expression was stern. Her eyes were sharp as a knife. She was always alert to everything around her.

She is like the most loyal and powerful guardian knight, guarding her queen.

Qianhua's heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably.

What exactly is going on.

now.

But he seemed like a different person.

No.

perhaps.

This is what she really is like.

The real Kaguya Shinomiya, hidden beneath her usual disguise.

Qianhua picked up a glass of champagne, her fingers turning pale from the pressure.

She had to ask clearly.

She took a deep breath and tried to appear calm.

She lifted her skirt and walked through the crowd of people drinking and chatting, heading towards the Shinomiya family's table.

With every step she took, her heart beat faster.

The surrounding hustle and bustle seemed to fade away. In her world, only the black figure sitting upright in the main seat remained.

Finally, she walked in front of Kaguya.

Hayasaka Ai's eyes immediately swept over, scrutinizing and wary.

Kaguya tilted her head slightly.

Her gaze fell on Qianhua.

"Chika?"

Kaguya's voice was soft, with a barely perceptible softness. It was as if a trace of warmth still lingered beneath the ice.

Qianhua opened her mouth, but found her throat was a little dry.

The questions she had been pondering for so long seemed so pale and powerless when she faced Kaguya.

"Kaguya..." 2.3

Her voice trembled.

"You...why are you here?"

"Uncle Shinomiya, is he... okay?"

Kaguya looked at her quietly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.

It was a look that Qianhua couldn't understand.

Profound. Calm. Yet, it carries a majesty that sees through everything.

Qianhua felt like a little girl standing in front of the queen, at a loss.

The corners of Kaguya's mouth slowly curled up into a smile.

It wasn't the usual smile, a smile that was a bit innocent or shy.

It was a calm, confident, and even compassionate smile.

It's like looking at an ignorant child.

"Chihua."

Kaguya spoke again. Her voice was still soft, yet it carried an undeniable power.

"What happened in the past is all in the past."

Qianhua's heart sank suddenly.

She looked at Kaguya. Looking into her deep eyes.

In those eyes, she saw her own tiny reflection.

She also saw a completely new Kaguya Shinomiya, a completely unfamiliar person to her.

A true queen in power.

That moment.

Qianhua felt what she was facing.

She is no longer the girl of the same age who would blush proudly because of love issues.

He is a true man, one who holds billions of wealth and power. He is cold and calm.

Queen.

Kaguya's eyes were filled with an absolute confidence and majesty that she had never seen before.

She gave Qianhua that easy smile.

It wasn't very powerful, but it was enough for Qianhua to hear every word clearly.

Said softly:

"From now on, I will be the master of the Shinomiya family."

Qianhua gently shook the wine glass in her hand.

Champagne-colored liquid created subtle ripples on the sides of the glass.

She opened her mouth.

Not even a single syllable could be uttered.

Chapter 93: I'm curious! The abdication that shocked everyone

The awe-inspiring and inviolable aura of a queen from Kaguya made Fujiwara Chika subconsciously shrink her neck.

She muttered something under her breath, and like a deflated ball, she turned and left unhappily.

The earth-shattering declaration made by Shinomiya Yan'an and the almost collapsed loss of composure by the elder of the Tsuchimikado family had already made the atmosphere in the banquet hall extremely tense.

Fujiwara Chika didn't like this feeling.

Her simple and happy heart felt a little breathless in this heavy and strange atmosphere.

Food is still the best way to heal the heart.

Her eyes scanned the banquet hall and soon locked onto the dessert area in the distance.

Fujiwara Chika's eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose.

She lifted her skirt and, like a light butterfly, flew among the well-dressed and diversely-looking crowd, heading towards that sweet place with a clear goal.

Macarons, small cakes, fruit tarts, chocolate fountains...

Chika Fujiwara stood in front of the long dessert table, her big eyes narrowed in happiness, almost with little stars coming out.

She carefully picked up a pink macaron, then a small mousse cup decorated with plump strawberries. Soon, the silver plate in her hand was piled with a small, tempting mountain of desserts.

Satisfied.

She was holding the plate and was about to find a secluded corner to reward her frightened heart.

A voice that was slightly uncertain, yet very clear and gentle, sounded softly from beside him.

"Um...Excuse me, is this Fujiwara-san?"

Fujiwara Chika turned her head when she heard the voice.

What comes into view is a girl dressed in a simple and elegant kimono.

The girl had long, straight, glossy black hair that flowed softly over her shoulders. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her features were delicate and gentle, especially her slightly narrow eyes, which now looked at him with a certain inquiring look.

Her every gesture and movement exudes a natural grace and elegance, as if she were a lady walking out of an ancient painting.

Fujiwara Chika recognized her. She was Chitanda Eru, the representative of the Chitanda family who came with them tonight.

At this moment, Chitanda Eru's beautiful big purple eyes were staring at Fujiwara Chika without blinking, with a pure and extremely strong light flashing in them, as if they were filled with endless desire to explore everything in the world.

"Excuse me," Chitanda Eru bowed slightly, her tone polite but unable to conceal her eagerness, "Shinomiya-san...why did she suddenly become the head of the Shinomiya family? I...I'm very curious!"

Her voice was as pleasant as a mountain spring, but the question she asked was like a huge rock, which made Fujiwara Chika a little dazed.

How could she casually reveal something that involved the core secrets of the Shinomiya family?

Fujiwara Chika habitually had a sweet and harmless smile on her face, but her eyes were rolling around secretly as she thought about how to deal with the situation.

“Ahahaha, this…”

She responded vaguely, trying to get away with it.

However, Chitanda Eru's thirst for knowledge is obviously not so easily fooled.

She leaned forward slightly, her curious eyes brighter, fixed tightly on Fujiwara Chika, not missing any subtle expression on her face.

"Also, Fujiwara-san, why are you at a party like this?"

Chitanda Eru tilted her head, and her long hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Are you and Shinomiya-san very good friends?"

Fujiwara Chika felt as if cold sweat was about to break out on her forehead.

She was about to say something when Chitanda Eru's gaze fell on the plate in her hand again.

"Ah, the macarons on your plate look delicious. What flavor are they? And is that strawberry pastry next to it sweet or sweet and sour?"

Fujiwara Chika subconsciously glanced at the snacks on her plate and for a moment forgot what she was going to say.

This girl's attention jumps too quickly.