The palace held a banquet, once again in honor of General Wei, who had dedicated himself on the battlefield. The officials did not dare to slack off, so they brought their female relatives from home and left early.
For a time, the road leading to the Imperial Palace was terribly congested.
The carriages moved as slowly as turtles.
The scene was nothing short of spectacular.
The carriage from the Ministry of the Imperial Household was prominently present.
Shen Zhiyi leaned lazily against the carriage wall, squinting at her stepsister fiddling with jewelry in front of the mirror.
"Your aunt really has a way of getting what she wants, convincing father to bring you along."
"This is not a marriage-viewing banquet. The people who come are all figures of status, just here to see the world. You should put away any untoward thoughts. Do you really think you can seize the opportunity and marry into a noble family?"
She snorted with a laugh.
"One should recognize their own status."
