Xu Yi was lost in a thousand thoughts when Mr. Feng came up to him again and urged him, "My dear Lord Xu, I've served in Jinyang Palace all these years, and I've never seen a guard as leisurely as you. Stop eating, stop eating! Hurry up! You're the reception envoy—you should be getting to work. The first wave of guests has already crossed the Golden Magpie Bridge..."
Xu Yi forced himself to collect his thoughts and made up his mind: he would remain neutral in this matter. He wouldn't interfere, nor would he ruin Young Master Xu's good deed. It was the safest course he could think of for himself at the moment.
Then Xu Yi threw himself wholeheartedly into the reception duties.
It was boring, terribly boring. He couldn't understand why such a simple, tedious job had to be done by a Third-rank Star Official like him.
He kept smiling politely, accepting invitations, and showing guests to their seats. By the end of one round, his cheeks felt stiff from smiling.
So many people came—far more than he'd imagined. There were over three hundred invitations, but in the end more than a thousand guests showed up.
After nearly an hour of receiving guests, the flow finally began to slow. Then a loud announcement rang out: "Third Young Master Yun has arrived!"
Xu Yi saw a party of seventeen or eighteen people enter the square and stride toward them.
The man at the head wore white from head to toe, with an orchid embroidered on his chest. He looked to be in his early twenties, handsome, with sharp eyes and an even sharper bearing. A middle-aged man in purple robes trailed half a step behind him, while the rest of the entourage all looked noble and extraordinary.
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