Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the lights blazed brightly.
Lin Mo sat for a while longer, dealing with several rounds of guests coming to toast him.
Emperor Zhao Heng was speaking quietly with several old ministers, a warm smile on his face.
From time to time, he glanced in Lin Mo's direction, his gaze carrying a measure of satisfaction.
Lin Mo rose to his feet, walked before Zhao Heng, and cupped his hands in salute.
"Your Majesty, I cannot hold my liquor. I would like to return and rest first. I will certainly attend tomorrow's ennoblement ceremony on time."
Zhao Heng smiled and nodded. "You have worked hard, Lord Lin. Go and get some proper rest. There is still an important matter tomorrow."
Lin Mo cupped his hands. "This minister takes his leave."
He turned and strode toward the entrance of the hall.
Behind him, the gazes of the aristocratic representatives, foreign envoys, noble ladies, and young misses remained fixed on him for a long while.
Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the night breeze was slightly cool.
Mo Er stood at the bottom of the steps in a Black Combat Uniform, his back straight as he vigilantly swept his gaze across the surroundings.
When he saw Lin Mo emerge, he hurried forward to meet him.
"Boss."
Lin Mo nodded. "Let's go back to the inn."
The two descended the white jade steps.
Imperial Guard Soldiers stood on either side with spears in hand, their eyes fixed straight ahead.
In the distance, the Imperial City was brightly lit, dyeing the entire sky red.
When they reached the center of the square, Lin Mo suddenly stopped.
Mo Er stopped as well, his brows furrowing slightly. "Boss, what is it?"
Lin Mo did not answer. He raised his head and looked