The invitation was red, tied with a bright yellow twisted cord, and inside, gold foil adorned it with the pattern of auspicious clouds, adding a touch of boldness yet diminishing the scholarly elegance.
This Princely Heir really loved to host banquets. Just yesterday, there was a Literary Meeting, and today, another one was planned.
Chen Ji returned to the Medical Hall with the invitation when Liu Quxing leaned in, "Such a beautiful invitation... But the one from Chunhua is best not attended."
As he spoke, he glanced at She Dengke and murmured, "I mean no offense. I'm just reminding Chen Ji of the possible danger."
She Dengke kept his head down, saying nothing.
At this moment, Liang Gou'er also came closer, reeking of alcohol, "It's this afternoon's Literary Meeting... Why did they only send you the invitation this morning?"
She Dengke asked with a dull voice, "Is there a problem?"
