Everyone of a certain social standing attended the Thirteenth Prince's birthday banquet to offer their blessings. Many luxurious horse carriages parked outside the palace, as ornately dressed well-wishers gathered in groups of twos and threes in conversation.
Ji Fengyan alighted from her horse carriage, her simple garb making her a sharp contrast from those gown-wearing ladies with their exquisitely made-up faces. Standing right where the glow of the moon intersected with light from the lamps, Ji Fengyan eyed the lofty palace before her. She raised her hand and scratched the nervous little bat with her fingertips.
"Qingshang, you have arrived?" A splendidly dressed young lady spied Ji Qingshang's profile and headed smilingly toward her.
With a similarly pleasant expression, Ji Qingshang exchanged some small talk with the young lady, their attention subconsciously drawn toward Ji Fengyan's direction.
