Zhu Junyu was startled by how anxious his daughter had become. When he saw that he was still clutching me, he hurriedly let go and said, "I wasn't doing anything! I was only inviting him to a family banquet, wasn't I?"
"Huh? A family banquet?" Zhu Daohe asked doubtfully. Then, as if she had thought of something deeper, most of her face suddenly flushed red. Beside her, Zhu Daoyun patted Zhu Daohe on the shoulder and said, "Oh? Could it be that you're helping your little sister choose a husband..."
"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Zhu Daohe rolled her eyes at Zhu Daoyun in fury, but Zhu Daoyun only giggled. Chu Yan, however, seemed to flare up. She glanced at Zhu Junyu and moved her lips a few times, apparently sending him a secret transmission.
Zhu Junyu replied to Chu Yan as well. In the end, Chu Yan stamped her foot and turned away. He gave an awkward smile, but since he had already said he would invite me to the family banquet, he naturally couldn't let the matter drop. Thus, even when I said again that it would be inconvenient for me to attend, he stubbornly dragged me away.
And so, by a strange twist of fate, I ended up attending the Zhu family's banquet. While the whole group of Zhu family descendants was left dumbfounded, Zhu Daohe's little face remained flushed red right up until the banquet began.
As the rumors said, the Zhu family had three sons and three daughters. All three sons held positions in the Divine Firmament Palace, and each was a formidable figure. The eldest son, Mu Bian, had yet to return; the third son was serving in the Divine Court; and only the second son—Zhu Daohe's own elder brother—was attending the banquet because