The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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"Of course! I used to be 150cm, now I'm 155cm!"

Philippa proudly raised her face.

She's wearing nine-centimeter high heels now, and with her hairstyle, she looks about 1.65 meters tall.

"I will continue to grow taller. Vampires can grow up to their thirties. As the Holy Maiden of the vampire clan, I will receive the inheritance of the progenitor. After I turn thirty, I will become a graceful and beautiful woman like my teacher. At that time, I will be the most beautiful vampire woman besides the progenitor..."

Despite saying this, Philippa's originally proud voice gradually softened.

"teacher……"

She looked up at the throne behind her, her expression sorrowful.

The vampire queen died by Hoyle I's sword of divine retribution, and there is no way she can be resurrected.

“I’m sorry, Philippa.”

Leon stepped forward and embraced Philippa.

“It’s alright. Although it was your grandfather who killed my teacher, I know that this has nothing to do with you, and I have no intention of blaming you.”

Philippa chuckled and said, "In those scripts and novels circulating in your empire, the male and female protagonists hate each other because of the grudges between their parents, and in the end, they can't be together even though they love each other. I don't understand. What does the grudges between their parents have to do with them?"

"You still watch these things?"

"Yes, I like reading and music."

Philippa laughed and said, "Tonight, I'll invite my sisters, let's have a poetry salon."

"Ah this..."

Leon, feeling guilty, scratched his head.

The poetry salon that Philippa mentioned was a kind of party that became popular among the aristocracy after the intellectual liberation movement. It was essentially the same as ancient literati gathering together to drink and compose poetry.

Leon was actually not good at writing poetry; he had only read a few of Shelley's poems in Western poetry collections when he was bored.

“Philippa, I’m here on important business, not to eat, drink and have fun with you.”

Leon said righteously.

"I know, it's about catching spies."

Philippa smiled. "It will take him at least five days to gather so many reinforcements from the Coral Sea. And once he enters the Thorn Forest, unless he is a Glory-level Archangel King, he will definitely not be able to escape."

"You've finally come back to Moonlight City, won't you play with me a little, my dear husband?"

hiss……

"Okay, hahaha, okay."

Leon laughed awkwardly.

Now that things have come to this, he really can't postpone it any longer.

"Hehe, do you know what, Leon? I played the song you composed for me, 'To Philip,' and the poem you wrote for me before for my girlfriends, and they all praised it highly."

Philippa hugged Leon's waist and said with a smile in his arms.

"That's it..."

Leon coughed awkwardly twice.

That's a masterpiece by the older generation of top artists on Earth; how could it not be amazing?

"So you really need to do your best tonight! It's all about whether your wife can hold her head high in front of her girlfriends in the future."

Philippa said.

"Yes, I will certainly dedicate all my knowledge to this..."

"Hehe, I'm really looking forward to my husband's masterpiece!"

Philippa squeezed out of Leon's embrace and turned to hug Leon's arm. "Let's go back to the palace first. This is where we work, and it's time for us to go home."

"okay."

"Darling, I want to hear you play the piano now. Let's go back to my room!"

"okay."

Leon was trying hard to recall which poems he remembered... but apart from ancient poems like "The bright moonlight before my bed," he couldn't think of any Western poems at all.

This is troublesome.

I used to get carried away with showing off.

Why do you have to pretend to be a cultured person? Ugh!

I feel like things are going to go wrong, I need to think of a solution!

Chapter Thirty-Eight: West Wind, West Wind!

Inside the royal palace of the City of Moonlight.

A large, arched hall.

The joyful and melodious music played by the musicians rose and fell.

Leon sat upright on a soft, long sofa beside Philippa. On either side and opposite him were more identical long sofas, arranged in a rectangle slightly longer than it was on either side. On a long table beside the sofas were various fruits, wines, and other vampire snacks that Leon had never seen before.

Sophia and a group of vampire noble ladies were sitting on the sofas around them.

"This is blood wine, a specialty of our vampire clan. Would you like to try some?"

Philippa poured Leon a glass of bright red, bubbly liquid.

Leon took the glass, sniffed it but didn't smell any strange bloodstains, and then took a small sip.

"This tastes similar to red wine."

"Leon said."

"There is still a difference."

"This is made from purple grapes grown in the Thorn Forest," Philippa said.

"That is indeed a difference."

Leon smiled and nodded.

The thorn forest lacks sunlight, and grapes require ample sunshine to grow and accumulate sugar. The fruit from the thorn forest is indeed different from that outside.

“Philippa, we didn’t come here for wine tasting.”

One of the noble ladies, dressed in a black dress, laughed.

"I recently wrote a poem, would you like to take a look at it?"

The woman in the black dress continued.

She pulled a parchment scroll from her skirt sleeve.

Everyone started passing it around to look at it.

"Not bad, very good."

Everyone who has seen it praises it.

Soon, it was passed around to Philippa, who glanced at it, chuckled, and handed it to Leon.

Leon took the scroll and began to read it.

This is a short poem that praises the freedom and unrestraint of the wind. Leon doesn't know much about poetry, so he can only comment that the imagery is quite good.

"Since Sister Ruth has started with the theme of wind, how about we begin our impromptu creation with the theme of wind?"

Sofia smiled and then spoke.

"sure!"

Everyone said there was no problem.

"That……"

Sofia picked up an empty wine bottle and walked to the open space in the middle of the rectangle.

"It's the same old game. I'll spin this bottle, and everyone stays in their positions. When it finally stops, whoever's position the bottle's opening is pointing towards will have to compose a poem."

Sophia smiled, looking at Leon as she spoke. The other noble ladies seemed to play this game often; they all knew the rules. Sophia was essentially explaining it to Leon privately.

"Okay, I have no objection."

Leon nodded.

Sofia placed the bottle on the ground, twisted it forcefully, and then quickly pulled her hand back. The glass bottle spun like a top on the smooth stone floor.

Finally, the speed gradually slowed down, and the bottle opening was pointed at a pretty red-haired girl with flowers in her hair.

"Huh, why am I the first one?"

The pretty red-haired girl frowned slightly in annoyance, then grabbed the wine glass beside her and poured herself a full glass of wine.

"I haven't decided yet, so I'll punish myself with a drink."

The red-haired girl smiled apologetically and immediately raised her glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Then continue!"

Sofia walked to the bottle and spun it again. This time, when the bottle stopped, it pointed directly at herself.

"it's me……"

Sofia paused for a moment, then recited a line of poetry, but the next line didn't appear for a long time.

"Never mind, I haven't decided yet, so I won't embarrass myself for now."

Sofia also poured herself a full glass.

The bottle continued to spin, this time pointing its mouth towards Philippa next to Leon.

"Philippa, it's you!"

Sofia laughed.

"Um……"

After a moment's thought and a brief pause, Philippa quickly composed a poem with beautiful melody and a melancholic tone. She wrote about the loneliness and bewilderment of the wind.

Yes, the wind always blows haphazardly, without a fixed direction, and it can't find a place to stay.

"As expected of Philippa!"

"My baby is the best."

Philippa's best friends all praised her.

"Leon, what do you think?"

Philippa looked at Leon.

"very good."

Leon smiled, knowing that saying more would only lead to more mistakes, and refrained from further comment.

"Such an excellent poem, yet you don't seem to think much of it, Leon."

Sofia looked at Leon.

"I've long heard that Philippa's human lover is quite accomplished in poetry; perhaps it's just the arrogance unique to masters?"

The woman in the black dress, who had appeared earlier, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Why don't you sing one?"

“We’re playing a game right now, let me talk to you later.”

Leon smiled and replied.

"Okay, let's continue the game."

Sofia continued to spin the bottle.

During this time, the wine bottle was passed to other noble ladies, some of whom also composed poems, while most of them chose to drink as a penalty.

Then it was Philippa's turn again, but Philippa could no longer compose poetry, so she chose to drink a penalty shot.

But she didn't drink it; instead, she brought the wine to Leon's lips.