The delegation from Daxia arrived at Emperor City, and Emperor Beiqing hosted a banquet at the Imperial Palace to entertain everyone.
Ye Lingyue was excluded from the delegation and naturally was not invited.
She stood outside the study, hesitating to move forward, thinking that she might as well head back.
"Teacher, let's send it back," Feng Xun flatly refused.
"But Prince, regarding Emperor Qing and the Heavenly Maiden…" Housekeeper Mu was in a difficult position.
"I just don't want to go." Feng Xun's voice carried a hint of childish wilfulness.
Ye Lingyue was slightly surprised; she rarely saw Feng Xun like this.
In her memory, Feng Xun was always cool and composed, even when suffering from Cold Syndrome, frowning tightly and clenching his teeth, without saying a word.
That Feng Xun was enduring, but today's Feng Xun was capricious yet extraordinarily vivid.
