Beyond the lively banquet hall, the emperor and Feng Zhenhai sat in a more secluded chamber, away from the prying eyes of the court. A low table adorned with exquisite jade inlays sat between them, a delicate porcelain teapot resting upon it. The soft glow of lanterns flickered, casting long shadows along the walls.
"It's been far too long, old friend." The emperor leaned back slightly, his golden robes pooling gracefully around him. "Seeing you stand so tall and unbothered by age… It is almost enough to make me envious."
Feng Zhenhai chuckled, pouring tea into both their cups. "Envy? You sit upon the dragon throne while I... could not even shelter the little girl my son entrusted on this old bones. And now contend with rebellious juniors and an ever-growing pile of sect matters. I would say I am the one who should be envious."
