The Vampire Prince’s Blood Slave (25)
All the humans stood obediently at the very back, humbly stooping over with heads bowed, not daring to speak.

Most of the vampire servants also dared not speak.

And the woman standing at the very front, dressed in a magnificent Rococo dress sporting long, golden hair and blood-red pupils, was extremely eye-catching.

She curtsied, then snapped open her fan. “Does Your Highness the prince wish to open a Blood Banquet? For what reason have you suddenly summoned us?”

She was the steward of the castle, Countess Elizabeth.

Arthur ignored her and stabbed a slice of beef with a fork.

“Eat.”

His tone was like that of feeding a pet, casual, but with a trace of barely perceptible doting.

Bai Weiwei frowned. The smell of blood made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She abruptly swung her hand, smacking his cold, pale fingers. The bloody slice of steak flew out.

Arthur’s expression chilled. He narrowed his eyes, and the fork in his hand was snapped in an instant.

He pinched her jaw, forcing her to look up at him.

The girl’s face was very warm. The beautiful color of blood stood out on her lovely face.

But her eyes didn’t hold a trace of longing for Blood Kin. There was even a trace of pride and complacency.

Becoming the blood slave of a prince was such a glorious thing.

But her disgust was clearly seen in the depths of her clear eyes.

Perhaps her eyes would not be beautiful when they were clouded with desire.

Arthur suddenly felt his heart loosen, and he couldn’t help but forgive her insolence.

“You don’t like meat? Then have some soup.”

【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 2.】

Bai Weiwei: This kind of ‘quarrelsome, eternally confrontational1 little white flower’ heroine character type still has takers2. I’m so touched.”

System: “Male leads are always different from the rest.”

Bai Weiwei: “I’m not talking to you, scram.”

She wanted to break up with this dumbass system.

The system silently curled into a corner, biting its handkerchief in tears3.

Spurned by the host.

But Steward Elizabeth glanced coldly at Bai Weiwei, the disgust in her eyes clear.

Bai Weiwei was naturally aware of the other party’s loathing.

She was a little excited.

The female supporting character going up against her was simply an endangered species. She hadn’t seen one in so long.

Before she could think about how to make use of this female supporting character–

–Elizabeth’s expression drastically changed. She dropped to the floor, curled up and screaming in agony.

Bai Weiwei: “?”

Elizabeth shrieked, “Your Highness, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please forgive me!”

But Arthur remained unmoved, even lifting his lips in a smile.

“What is your mistake?”

Elizabeth crawled up from the ground in terror, kneeling and replying with a face twisted in fear, “I should not have placed your esteemed self’s blood slave in your room without authorization.”

The hierarchical suppression of Blood Kin was absolute.

For a prince acting against a count, a single move to kill could cause her to feel a tearing pain worse than death.

She was completely oppressed.

Arthur’s posture was languid and graceful, as though he’d done nothing, his fingers gently touching Bai Weiwei’s hair.

As though stroking his favorite little pet.

“Still not crawling over after knowing your wrongs?”

Elizabeth didn’t dare to defy him, immediately crawling over to the table on her knees.

She lowered her head with an unsightly smile. “Your Highness, I swear not to make such a low-level mistake next time. Elizabeth begs your esteemed self to forgive her this once.”

She acted ingratiating and humble.

Compared to her previous arrogance, it was like seeing two different people.

Arthur’s voice was soft and chilling.

“Lick.”

Liz froze, then lowered her head, eagerly wishing to lick Arthur’s feet.

Arthur: “Who told you to lick my feet.”

1: 矫情: Beijing term for being argumentative or unreasonable; (只会跟着你)对着干: to be confrontational or to meet head-on.↩

2: the raws used 还有市场, which literally means “still have a market,” as in there are people (Arthur) who still like this kind of character type.↩