“Hey, take the meal.” A tall man threw a bowl of cooked rice in front of Mu Xi Yao. Under his toss, the shabby pottery bowl bounced two circles before finally stopping. Mu Xi Yao narrowed her eyes and sized up the food on the table. Subsequently, she looked up at the coming person while sitting motionlessly.
The banquet went on until the hour of Xu1. Mu Xi Yao could hardly sit still. She gave Zhong Zheng Lin notice and retreated first along with her people.
“Elder sister.” Mu Xi Ting, taking along Rui Zhu, caught up with Mu Xi Yao. She said a few words at her ear. Her expression seemed a bit awkward.
A surprise flashed in Mu Xi Yao’s eyes. She had Zhao momo take others back and only called Mo Lan to attend to her. She brought Mu Xi Ting and made a detour halfway.
At nightfall, the family banquet.
The crown prince and Zhong Zheng Lin took seats of the host and guest of honor respectively; one being the honored guest and the other the lord of the house. On the outside, the two got along well. Yet, who didn’t know that this scene of affectionate brotherhood was merely an act which served to make the memorial that would be sent to the table of Yuancheng Emperor look better?