As Xuemei had just opened the door, she saw Prince An who was preparing to knock. His slender, fair hand was poised in the action of knocking.
Seeing Xuemei, he slowly retracted his hand and respectfully nodded towards her.
After a moment of surprise, Xuemei hurriedly bowed, "Your Highness, Prince An." She then recognized a man looking around curiously - a gentleman who looked to be almost fifty years old - no doubt, it was Marquis Zhaoren.
"Marquis," Xuemei bowed again, then moved aside, gesturing for them to enter.
Yan Xuan entered the room first, followed by Marquis Zhaoren who looked around curiously.
The surroundings seemed reminiscent of Drunk Universe, after all, he could smell the unique Qiankun Brew.
Behind a faintly visible beaded curtain, The Regent King's Consort was already seated at the head of the table.
"Your Highness Consort," Yan Xuan greeted with a bow.
