Pei Jue arrived at the Guanlan Pavilion half an hour later.
The servants, smiling, announced, "The Prince of Yonghuai has arrived."
The room was instantly filled with joy.
After being busy for half the day, Pei Jue showed no signs of fatigue upon entering with his attendants. His gaze was piercing, and his tall stature suddenly made the spacious room feel cramped.
Everyone quickly inquired after him, and Pei Jue didn't say much, simply presenting Feng Jingteng with the fine wine his attendant had brought. "Your son-in-law is late; I ask for my father-in-law's forgiveness," he said.
Then he poured himself three cups as a self-punishment and downed them in one go.
Without an extra word, he afforded the old man the respect he deserved.
Feng Jingteng, already slightly tipsy, was buoyed by Pei Jue's actions and, with trembling hands, raised his cup to continue the revelry with the guests, uttering many polite phrases.
