Zhao Yuan raised her wine glass, ready to begin her feast. At the last birthday banquet of Old master Guan, she had seen the prosperity and luxury of the wealthy families in Beijing.
Although Shen Qian's banquet was not as luxurious and classical as the Old master's, it was arranged to suit the taste of young people and obviously cost a lot of money.
Just looking at the flowers arranged in a circle around them with dew drops still on them, she knew that it must have cost a fortune. There were several varieties of flowers that were rarely seen, but she saw a whole circle of them here. Indeed, the rich and the wealthy were not the same.
Zhao Yuan shook her head and whispered to Shen Xi, "Xi, are you familiar with Doctor Zheng's mother?"
Shen Xi nodded and said, "Very familiar." That was her aunt, so they were naturally close.
Zhao Yuan sighed. She recognized it's true that people who were exceptional were on a different level of approachability.
