Feng Yin glanced at Official Shi, then at the head of the guards who was still putting on a performance of utmost loyalty,
before turning his gaze to the wine table.
Jiang Changhai and the others were arranged at another table and were not here.
At this table, there were only three people: His Majesty the Emperor, Feng Yin, and Dong Xiaoyan.
Just the two of us youngsters.
You've left behind Official Shi, who can compete with the Nine Colors sovereign, and secretly, after being probed by the Illusory Silkworm, there are still four shadow guards.
You still have to put on a show.
Of course, Feng Yin also understood that this was His Majesty the Emperor showing a gesture of closeness to the two of them and not an intentional act.
It's just that he couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks in his mind—a common ailment among modern people.
Official Shi began to pour the wine.
