It's possible that the preparations for the feast will drive Bai Mi into an early grave.
It would be amusing for Xi Zirui, if she hadn't roped him into helping her out.
Everything is a little more informal in the Coiled Dragon clan than Xi Zirui would have expected from an ancient society, even one of spirit animals, so he and Bai Mi organize everything with the help of a few trusted servants.
"Anything is fine, just pick one of them," Xi Zirui says, getting up to his feet in a huff after Bai Mi shows him three different choices of silk drapes for the reception hall. "You can wrap everything in toilet paper for all I care!"
Bai Mi tilts her head to the side, her beautiful slim jade horns glowing in the low light of the lamps. "The what?" she looks at Xi Zirui as if she thinks he has finally cracked.
Xi Zirui groans and hides his face in his open palms.
