Ding Ling followed the servant into the restaurant.
Qu Feiyan and the others followed closely behind.
Inside the restaurant, people came and went, amidst shouts, the waiter, sweating profusely, carried dishes around quickly from place to place.
Clearly.
The business here was flourishing.
The servant led Ding Ling's group to a private room on the second floor.
On the first floor, many guests frequently glanced at Ding Ling's group, pointing and whispering, without knowing what they were saying.
Ding Ling's ears moved slightly.
He heard them talking about Consort Yhu, and himself.
He couldn't help but be aware.
Talking about Consort Yhu, naturally because of her beauty, unrivaled in the world.
Talking about himself, naturally due to his recent fame, which some people have noted, comparing his appearance and stature with the rumored 'Ding Ling'.
