Miss Wen and Wen Zhongdao had barely stepped into the hall when they parted ways.
Father and daughter each had their own circle. At an event like this, offering birthday wishes was only one purpose, and not the main one.
The true purpose was networking.
Miss Wen was a little nervous. She had attended a few banquets in the past, but never one of such high caliber.
The Spring Alliance was a major merchant guild with a name in Golden Lion City, and Golden Lion City was the seat of Huai Dong Prefecture.
Today was the sixtieth birthday of Jiang Tingyu, the Spring Alliance's leader. One could imagine what sort of people would come to offer their congratulations.
She even wondered if a Third-rank Star Official might show up.
At the thought of sharing a room with so many legendary bigwigs, Miss Wen couldn't contain her nervousness.
She took small steps, maintaining her graceful bearing as she made her way toward a less crowded spot. Her gaze stayed fixed straight ahead, while the corners of her eyes swiftly surveyed the gathering.
One, two...
After just over twenty steps, she discovered that more than a dozen Star Officials had come, including three Second-rank Star Officials.
People of this stature could make all of Yunzhou tremble with a single stomp if they were in Yunzhou City.
Only in Golden Lion City would the stars embroidered on each official robe seem less dazzling.
Miss Wen silently repeated the ancient technique her maid, Zijuan, had taught her—a legendary method for quickly regaining one's composure. She began counting everyone in the hall as if they were giant winter melons, and, sure enough, her nervousness eased considerably.
Just then, a young man in a crimson robe passed by her. His features bore some resemblance to Miss