At the banquet, Xiao Pingfeng reclined in the seat of honor, gazing lazily at the scene below while Yan Wanqing, vixen-like, sat down at the lower end, peeling grapes for him to eat.
"I've heard there's to be a joyous occasion at the Marquis Residence soon." Yan Wanqing fed him a grape and picked up a napkin to wipe her slender, green onion-like fingers.
She looked at Wu Zhen, asking with a smile.
Her demeanor was luxurious, and though she was smiling in conversation, it inexplicably made one feel the distance between them.
Perhaps this was just the nature of those who were truly high-ranking.
Wu Zhen glanced sneakily and quickly lowered her head, "Reporting back to the Empress, it is the nephew of your servant Wu Bie, with good fortune approaching."
"Which young master is it?" Yan Wanqing pursued smoothly.
Wu Yuan hurriedly pushed his son forward while instructing him to perform well.
