It was night.
At the tavern of Farnwell Grove, in a latticed pavilion on the top floor.
Two people sat across from each other at a stone table, with a jar of Inference Fragrance Wine and a pot of hot tea, with steam rising, feeling quite comfortable.
The moonlight fell and shone on the pavilion, reflecting the silhouettes of two people drinking together.
Li Qiye took a sip of wine, half-leaned on the chair, his expression indifferent, completely at ease. Who would have thought these two were here for a confrontation?
Anyone might think they were two young nobles, coming to the tavern to enjoy tea and admire the moon.
Li Changyuan, on the other hand, kept drinking wine. After finishing, he poured himself another cup, showing that he was extremely unsettled and anxious.
He racked his brain but couldn't figure out why Elder Li was still leisurely drinking here.
