Yun Jiao noticed that Wanyan Zhang glanced over in this direction, and she immediately shut her mouth.
The atmosphere in the great hall had somehow become lively.
Yun Jiao's seat was at the top; all she had to do was lift her eyes, and she could take in the entire scene of the great hall.
However, she kept her head lowered, not daring to look. She listened to the sound of strings and flutes, along with various clamor, just wanting to leave this place quickly.
But she also knew that this banquet was unlike any she had attended before; she couldn't leave just because she wanted to.
Yun Jiao suddenly sensed something and unconsciously looked up.
Not far away, Ling Wei was being held in the arms of a man, yet her eyes were fixed on Yun Jiao, and even from this distance, Yun Jiao could feel the hatred in them.
Yun Jiao's gaze hardened, and she immediately looked away.
