Feast

Bai Lingmiao, dressed in white, slowly made her way toward the Great Hall under the guidance of four eunuchs carrying lanterns.

This was not the Siqi Emperor's palace, but a place he used to escape the summer heat. Yet even as a summer retreat, its standards followed every rule of the imperial palace.

As she drew closer to the Great Hall, melodious music drifted into Bai Lingmiao's ears from within.

The moment she entered, she saw over a hundred people seated along both sides of the hall, smiling broadly as they raised cups and traded drinks.

There were civil officials and military officers among them, even monks and Daoists. Some of them looked particularly terrifying.

At the center of the Great Hall, several delicate, tiny-footed beauties stood atop the palms of armored hulks, dancing lightly to the music in a Palm Dance.

"A victory banquet?" Bai Lingmiao did not understand at first. This was the important matter mentioned in the paper crane?

"Holy Maiden, this way, please." Led by the eunuch, Bai Lingmiao took a good seat near the front.

Before long, all kinds of deer antler, bear paw, and things Bai Lingmiao had never even seen were brought before her.

Yet Bai Lingmiao had no mind to worry about wasted food. The enormous freak seated beside the Dragon Throne, clad in a Red Daoist Robe, drew all her attention.

It was Xuan Pin. Xuan Pin, who had once died, had actually appeared before her again.

As Bai Lingmiao stared at Xuan Pin, Xuan Pin clearly noticed and gently shook his head at her.

Feeling a trace of inexplicable familiarity, Bai Lingmiao's brow furrowed slightly. With suspicion in her heart, she sat there without a word.

When she looked toward the main table facing the entrance of the Great Hall,