He was utterly tied up, as today officials and royal family members, in the hundreds, had come to celebrate his wife's birthday. Greeting one after another, he was simply too stretched to attend to anything else.
Not far away, Nangong Yi sat leisurely in his chair, clad in a sky blue brocade robe, exuding a handsome grandeur and an artistic flair. Flicking his folding fan with ease, he casually but attentively responded to the compliments and flatteries from several ministers gathered around him. Nevertheless, the corner of his eye involuntarily glanced towards a corner of the banquet where Mu Zhongqing was seated.
