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The meeting room had been cleaned, but only five people remained inside.

A man sat before the projector screen, dressed in a green suit embroidered with golden threads. His long hair framed his face, radiating the aura of someone who wore the mask of goodness but exuded something far more sinister underneath.

Renji Hayashi, the Guardian of Asia, sat there with one leg crossed over the other, sipping his tea as if the meeting had all the time in the world.

Next to him stood Zhao Lian, her tight black outfit hugging her body like a second skin. The professional skirt and top enhanced every delicious curve of her tall, statuesque frame. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, her large breasts pressing firmly against her fitted shirt, sending a current of sexual energy that practically charged the air around her.

She stood like an ice queen, her piercing blue eyes sharp enough to cut through stone. Her face remained unmoved, distant, as though she couldn\'t care less that everyone in the room was probably fighting to avoid staring at her body.

"Are you done?" Renji finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with irritation. His eyes twitched as they flicked toward Wang Xiao, clearly annoyed by how long he had been made to wait.

But Wang Xiao wasn\'t paying any attention to Renji or the so-called \'meeting\' at all.

Instead, his focus was entirely on Miyashiro Yuzuki, the raven-haired beauty seated on his lap.

Yuzuki\'s short, dark hair framed her delicate face, her red eyes gleaming with mischief. She leaned back into Wang Xiao, her tight black dress riding dangerously high on her smooth thighs. Every inch of her body seemed to scream trouble, and she knew it.

Wang Xiao\'s hand slid slowly up her waist, teasing the fabric of her dress. Yuzuki bit her lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a soft moan as his fingers inched higher.

"Master… you really shouldn\'t be doing that here, mmmnnn~," Yuzuki whispered, her voice sultry, but her body betrayed her words as she pressed into him, inviting his every movement.

His fingers trailed up her inner thigh, causing her breath to hitch.

Wang Xiao smirked, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Oh? And what\'s wrong with here?" His voice was low, dripping with arrogance as his hand slipped further up, his fingertips barely grazing the edge of her panties.

Yuzuki\'s body trembled, her lips parting as a soft, breathy moan escaped her. "Nghnh~ You\'re such a bully… Sister Luna was right…" she murmured, gripping the sleeve of his shirt as her back arched subtly against his chest. "If you keep doing that, I might not be able to keep quiet…"

Wang Xiao chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. "Then don\'t keep quiet…" he whispered darkly, his hand hovering tantalizingly close to her center. "Let them hear who you belong to."

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, her breathing quickening as her body responded to his touch. The way she squirmed in his lap, pressing herself harder against his chest, made it clear that she was loving every second of this teasing.

Yuzuki\'s red eyes flickered with a dangerous mix of lust and excitement, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Master…" she moaned softly, grinding herself slightly as if daring him to push further.

"Hey," she whispered, leaning close to his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down his spine. "If you keep going like that, we might have to postpone this meeting."

Wang Xiao chuckled again, his fingers still lazily exploring her curves. "Why not? It\'s not like they\'re in any kind of hurry," he said, throwing a smug glance in Renji\'s direction.

Yuzuki laughed lightly, her hand running along his chest, her red eyes glowing with playful defiance. "Mmm, you\'re right," she teased, her fingers tracing over his shirt. "They seem like the patient type."

Just as Yuzuki let out another sultry sigh, Renji\'s growled.

"Are you done yet, or should we come back some other time?" He snapped, his tone edged with frustration as he glared at Wang Xiao. His eyes burned with irritation, clearly done with the display in front of him.

Wang Xiao let out a sigh of boredom, lifting his hand off Yuzuki\'s thigh with deliberate slowness, as if even the act of stopping was an afterthought.

Yuzuki smiled, biting her lip as she gracefully slid off his lap, her hips swaying with that same intoxicating seductiveness. Even as she moved to stand behind him, mirroring Zhao Lian\'s rigid stance behind Renji, her provocative aura heating up the cold room.

Her tight dress clung to every curve, and the way she casually adjusted it—sliding it down over her thighs while flashing a knowing, sultry smile—was enough to send any man\'s mind spiraling. There was no mistaking the way her body hummed from his earlier touch, as if it had left an imprint that still tingled under her skin.

Wang Xiao leaned back lazily in his chair, his gaze flickering toward Renji with complete indifference. "I guess you can start talking now," he said, his tone oozing arrogance, as if Renji\'s growing frustration didn\'t concern him in the slightest.

The cold arrogance Wang Xiao exuded was deliberate and everyone in the room felt it.

His focus remained half on Yuzuki, who met his eyes with a devilish smirk, clearly still relishing his earlier attention.

Meanwhile, Liu Yanmei sat stiffly between the two men, her patience long gone. Her face looked as if it had aged a decade in the span of an hour, the stress weighing on her like a mountain.

As the Deputy Foreign Minister of the Qing Dynasty, she was supposed to maintain composure, but how could she, sitting between these two titans of power?

She had somehow been caught in this web and was now being appointed to replace the late Minister Gao after his "mysterious accident."

An accident she wasn\'t naïve enough to believe was just happenstance.

And who decided her fate?

These two \'peaceful\' men decided it themselves, without even consulting her!

Her eyes darted nervously between Renji Hayashi, the so-called Guardian of Asia, and Wang Xiao, the man they had summoned for the sole purpose of taking action against.

The infamous Eight Prince, the one responsible for obliterating their military garrison, was sitting right in front of her. And he was treating the situation as though he were out for an evening stroll.

\'This was not in our plans at all…\' she thought, the sinking feeling in her chest deepening with each passing second.

Liu Yanmei glanced toward Yuzuki, who was supposed to be representing their side, acting as the ambassador for the Qing Dynasty. Yet, here Yuzuki was, sprawled on Wang Xiao\'s lap just moments ago, looking more like a conspirator than a diplomat.

And the worst part?

Yuzuki wasn\'t just seductive—she was dangerous. Liu had just learned that Yuzuki was a member of the Illuminati, sent undercover. An operative, embedded in the Qing Dynasty for years.

\'How the hell did we miss this?\'

Nothing made sense anymore. The Qing Dynasty had acted quickly after the Eight Prince attacked their military forces. They had desperately arranged this secret meeting, calling upon their guardian—Renji—to protect them from further destruction.

To solidify their influence, they even chose a Japanese-heritage ambassador, Yuzuki, hoping to curry favor with Renji and gain leverage. If a deal couldn\'t be struck directly, they\'d have used backchannels to get him on their side.

But the whole plan had blown up in their faces.