She put down her chopsticks, yet occasionally glanced at the ever-arriving delicacies.
How infuriating, could they please stop serving more.
Suddenly feeling as sorrowful as Jiaojiao, the languid Qin Yu looked even more beautifully delicate, catching the frequent attention of many.
Lin Heng noticed the gazes of these officials and took a drink with his eyes lowered.
These foolish and ignorant men likely never considered what the fairy-like wife of the Prime Minister would look like squatting in the Flower Garden catching birds to barbecue, or what she would look like eating radish slices soaked in salted water with White Porridge, nor had they ever seen her greasy figure while gnawing on a pig's trotter!
With this thought, he felt the image of her become clearer in his mind.
"Gentlemen, today's Ceremony went so smoothly, it deserves a shared toast."
Emperor Yue raised his Wine cup, and the others followed suit.
