Mansi Ado, a type of Meilu Wine.
Rich, mellow, and smooth, like the layered silk skirts of a passionate woman, it swirled in the gold-rimmed crystal glass, revealing shades of deep burgundy, purplish-red, and dark violet.
A single glass like this was worth who knows how many of Yidan's work hours.
"A perfect balance of mind, knowledge, and ability," "A hero emerges from the young," "The jewel that will illuminate Haidu's future"... All sorts of effusive praises had been echoing through the ballroom of the Sea City Commander Mansion for half the evening.
The various figures attending the celebratory banquet seemed to have all memorized the same set of pleasantries beforehand. Similar platitudes rose and fell from their lips, glistening red from the food and wine. But it was the flickering light in their eyes, as they looked at Milady, that betrayed a hint of their true thoughts.
'I wouldn't want a young person like that in our family.'
