Jiang Wuyou had already withdrawn her hand, but Yan Fu no longer fled.
He merely sat there, his gaze fixed on the teacup, his voice still refined and gentle. "Miss Liu, you jest. I merely... have a stomachache."
Liu Xiuzhang glanced at the tea splashed across the table and said nothing.
Young Master Yan's rare embarrassment was on full display. He still did not raise his eyes, but pressed one finger against the tablecloth, silently employing a Daoist Art to dissipate the water droplets.
"Silently," perhaps—but to those present, that abrupt fluctuation of Dao Essence was no different from drums and gongs shaking the heavens.
"Jiang Wang said Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion is reopening today, with plenty of exciting events." Li Longchuan looked around. "When do they begin?"
Who knew whether he was trying to divert attention for his friend's sake, or whether his mood was simply pure... In any case, they could not leave, so they might as well enjoy themselves.
He was asking Xiang Ling'er, but Xiang Ling'er merely smiled.
Liu Xiuzhang said, "From top to bottom, every floor has different events. It depends on what the young master enjoys. Shall I have someone take you around to experience them?"
She truly appeared to be the one in charge here, rather than merely occupying the seat of honor as Jiang Wuyou's friend.
Yan Fu abruptly raised his head. His eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment, with emotions too complicated to put into words.
Only now did Jiang Wang understand who truly presided over this branch pavilion. His gaze shifted from the teacup to the beauty by the jade pool not far away, where shimmering water flashed past, and he fell into thought.
Because he owed a debt of gratitude to the person who had slain Zhang Linchuan's substitute