The banquet hall shimmered with golden light, the soft glow of floating lanterns casting elongated shadows against the polished floors. Laughter rippled through the crowd like a gentle breeze, weaving between clinking cups and the distant melody of zithers.
Constant visitors offers they're gift to the Patriarch who stoically recieves them all while chatting with those in his generation that he was actually close to.
On one side, Feng Jiao Xue stood beside Liang Feng as they both observe the crowd, their conversation light and unhurried.
The crown prince was dressed in deep blue robes embroidered with golden dragons, exuded an air of easy warmth, his ever-present smile laced with a quiet elegance.
Unlike the many nobles in attendance, he spoke to Feng Jiao Xue with a rare sincerity, his laughter unguarded, his words free of pretense.
