Although it's meant for hosting foreign envoys, the restaurant's standards are not much different from when hosting the chamberlains the other day. The dining hall is slightly smaller, but the dishes are exquisite and elegant. In fact, there aren't many guests—just about ten tables in sight, far less grand and solemn than yesterday.
Under the brilliant lights, Long Linger immediately spotted that woman: petite, wearing an evening dress that appeared youthful on her. A small round face, an elegant neck, and bright eyes carried a hint of a calf's wildness. Looking at her, Long Linger thought of her own teenage self, lowering her head, seeing her matured face reflected in the clear wine glass.
At this moment, Yeh Huang was raising his glass, drinking with the guests, seemingly oblivious to the expectant gaze directed at him.
