The next day, Meng Qianqian got up late.
When she went downstairs, the guesthouse lobby was already packed.
Half were guests from last night, the other half were new faces who had just arrived this morning.
There were knights, merchants, and nobles.
Ayimulan sat with Mo Yi and Shan Cheng at the far end of the east side of the room.
Ayimulan had switched her full-face mask for a half-face one, revealing her deep eyes, rosy lips, and delicate chin.
She just knew it; covering up so rigorously made it inconvenient to eat.
Ayimulan was leisurely eating lamb stew.
From the looks of it, she was nearly finished.
Meng Qianqian walked over slowly and sat down opposite Ayimulan.
Mo Yi and Shan Cheng were seated on her left and right, respectively.
Seeing Meng Qianqian, Mo Yi's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Meng Qianqian gave him a sweet smile, "Good morning, Lord Mo."
Mo Yi glared at her.
