Yongle Garden was not the only five-star hotel in Kyoto, but in terms of safety, it was unquestionably the top choice.
Therefore, Yongle Garden was not only the preferred venue for gatherings of the eight great families but also for many foreigners.
However, occasions like today, where the entire Yongle Garden was booked, were not common in the history of Kyoto.
At this moment, almost a hundred floors of Yongle Garden were brightly lit, each one filled with people whose skin and hair colors differed from those of Hua Country, chatting and laughing amongst each other.
Among these, the grand banquet hall on the first floor was the most obvious, with nearly a hundred foreigners holding wine glasses and engaging in leisurely conversation.
"Mr. Zhao..."
Yao Zhenyu rushed over as quickly as he could after receiving a call from his granddaughter.
