The evening was approaching, and the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion was lit everywhere, as bright as daylight, with the sound of clinking glasses never-ending.
There were quite a few people here today.
After Yu Tingwan took her seat, she casually scanned her gaze.
She caught sight of three princes and two princesses consort.
Perhaps sensing Yu Tingwan's gaze, Yao Ru, with a cold expression, had a touch of warmth melt into her icy demeanor the instant their eyes met.
Ying Zhi noticed this and seemed deep in thought.
"You and the young madam of Duke Heshun Mansion have quite a good relationship. She even specially visited last time."
He smiled.
He raised his hand affectionately to help Yao Ru sit down.
Yao Ru pretended not to see, dodging him, and sat down directly.
Ying Zhi was not annoyed; his hand dropped in mid-air, and he withdrew it. He smoothed out the pleats of her robe, like a particularly considerate husband.
