Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

What met the eye was a spacious conference room. In the very center stood a rectangular conference table. Around the table were many chairs, reserved for the core members of the Blood Clan and the Wolf Tribe. Along the four walls of the room, rows of armchairs had been placed—these were for the various Blood Clan and Werewolf Clan members attending the council.

At this moment, many people were already seated in the conference room. At the head sat the current Dark Council Chairman; to his left and right below him were two vice chairmen and four Dark Council Elders. Speaking of these four Elders, An Yiqing had heard Old Prince Bruch say that they had lived for many years and their strength was on par with his. Among them, two Elders supported the Secret Party, while of the other two, one supported the Magic Party and one supported the Werewolves.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Bruch, welcome." The Dark Council Chairman rose to his feet and said with a smile.

The Old Prince inclined his head in acknowledgment, showing no particular deference just because the man was Chairman. This Chairman was a lapdog of the Magic Party’s Lasombra Clan, and he had given them no shortage of trouble on ordinary days.

Under everyone’s gaze, Old Prince Bruch led two Bruch Family Elders to seats at the conference table. Bali Eddie, meanwhile, took Xia Hau and An Yiqing—both shrouded in cloaks—to seats on the outer ring. The other Bruch Family members also took their seats one after another, waiting for the meeting to begin.

The various core members seated at the conference table let their gazes sweep once over Bali and Eddie, then finally settle on the cloaked Xia Hau and An Yiqing, their eyes betraying no change.

After a long while, once everyone had arrived, the Dark Council Chairman election officially began.

"Everyone is here, so let us proceed with this term’s Chairman election." The current Chairman spoke softly. He let his gaze sweep around the room and finally fixed it on Lasombra Clan Leader Bach, who was also Louise’s father.

"I support Clan Leader Bach as Chairman." He raised his hand and said in a deep voice.

"I support Old Prince Bruch. In terms of seniority, he is more suited to this position." One of the Council Elders spoke up.

Everyone looked at one another, then began whispering among themselves. The council had just begun and was immediately pushed to a climax, entering a deadlocked state.

"Everyone knows the Lasombra Clan has always been the most powerful family of the Blood Clan. Letting Mr. Bach be elected Chairman is the wisest choice."

"Indeed, Mr. Bach suits this position."

The Blood Clan members spoke one after another, and the Werewolves could no longer sit still.

"You Blood Clan folk are indeed impressive, but compared to us Werewolves, you still fall a bit short. In terms of physique, in terms of strength, it should be our Clan Leader who’s elected. Blood Clan? Go cool off on the sidelines!"

"Exactly, each of you is skinny like a monkey. Go cool off on the sidelines!"

"Hahaha!"

The Werewolves were famous for their well-developed limbs and underdeveloped brains; their speech lacked the refinement and elegance of the Blood Clan and was far more crude and blunt. The Blood Clan held the Werewolves in utter contempt, yet the number of Werewolves was several times that of the Blood Clan combined, and their vitality was tenacious. This made the self-styled noble Blood Clan extremely displeased; they felt that living alongside such base creatures simply lowered their own class.

The Werewolves shouted and clamored, and the Blood Clan members present could no longer endure it; they too began hurling curses. For a moment, the scene descended into chaos.

The Blood Clan and Werewolf high-level figures at the conference table remained silent. Some lowered their eyes without speaking, some wore strange smiles, some faces were stern and cold—each showing something different. Bach cast a gloomy glance over the crowd, then finally let his gaze fall on Old Prince Bruch, a faint smile curving his lips.

"Bruch, I heard something interesting not long ago. They say you’ve found the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s heir."

The conference room fell instantly silent; the shouting Werewolves and Blood Clan members all shut their mouths.

The Purple-Gold Blood Emperor was a powerful existence. The Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s heir was something that made everyone extremely sensitive.

Old Prince Bruch could hardly fail to understand Bach’s intention—nothing more than wanting to push Xia Hau onto the very tip of the storm.

"Indeed, I have found the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s heir. And he has already inherited the Purple Gold Origin Blood of our great ancestor Cain."

"Oh? In that case, he must be a mighty powerhouse. Bruch, why haven’t you brought him out for us to see?" Bach continued to smile.

The Old Prince let out a cold laugh. At this moment, Xia Hau, who had been seated on the outer ring, slowly stood up. He pulled back the hood of the cloak covering his head, his face cold and hard. "I am Xia Hau, the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s heir. Lord Bach, do you have questions?"

The Blood Clan members present had not expected the Purple-Gold Blood Emperor’s heir to be sitting right beside them; they all jumped in fright and looked up at the tall man. The high-level figures at the conference table also turned their gazes over. The Secret Party Family members’ eyes showed delight. The Neutral Party’s expressions were varied, while the Magic Party families wore open disdain. As for the Werewolves, when they saw Xia Hau’s fair face, they snorted with derisive laughter.