The trellis shaded them from the sunlight overhead, and the table was laden with steaming, delicious dishes. Standing before the stone table, the woman was flanked by a person on each side, thus even the breeze seemed to soften here.
Ji Xun looked towards Pei Yunmeng.
His expression was calm, his smile slight, and the tone of his speech very natural; yet Ji Xun couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a sudden displeasure.
For some reason, he found himself somewhat disinclined towards Marshal Pei.
Everyone at the meal was silent as Duan Xiaoyan, with quick eyes and hands, pulled Pei Yunmeng to take a seat beside Lu Tong, "Why bother with such formalities? We have such a large table; surely we can find a place to sit?"
