The banquet continued.
Han Shaoguan noticed the matriarch's subtle change in attitude towards the beautiful young madam of the palace, pursed her lips, smiled lightly, calm and serene.
The hem of her skirt fluttered as she gracefully departed.
The Banshan Ancient Mansion stood on Chongming Mountain in the Beijing Suburban, built with the mountain at its back and the water at its side. The mansion had an antique charm and typical Chinese style. Especially at night, from afar, the quietness of the deep night in the mountains contrasted sharply with the lively chatter and laughter within the mansion.
Han Shaoguan breathed a faint sigh of relief.
Behind her, suddenly came the sound of high heels approaching.
In the next moment, the newcomer's voice rang out, "Miss Han, you have such a good mood, even when Young Madam's position is about to be taken, you still enjoy the night view."
