"How about we meet outside the city gate at the second quarter of the chen hour?" Zhao Yanran naturally wouldn't refuse.
"That sounds good, I'll prepare more food for tomorrow." Mu Wuxia was looking forward to the outing.
She was bored in the palace, so the chance to go out was something she eagerly anticipated.
The group chatted away, and soon it was time for dinner.
The eldest prince personally came over to invite everyone to the evening banquet.
Naturally, no one refused.
Because of what Zhao Yanran had mentioned earlier, Mu Rufeng, while making casual conversation, had frequently glanced at Jian Yifeng and noticed that he mostly stayed in one pavilion, holding a sword and staring blankly at the lake.
Even when some outstanding peers or fellow sect disciples spoke to him, he neither responded nor showed any interest, yet there were still some young fans chattering beside him.
Jian Yifeng didn't seem annoyed in the slightest.
