Tokugawa Shingen bowed deeply to Lin Qing.
Most of the guests who had already arrived at the Feudal Lord's Mansion pretended not to notice. They drank and admired the flowers, wishing the world had invented phones so they could unlock them, swipe left and right a couple of times, then lock them and put them back in their pockets to get through this awkward moment.
The news that Daimyo Tokugawa planned to hand Gelin City over without a fight was no secret. But even so...
This was far too much humility!
He was throwing the Land of Wind's dignity onto the ground for anyone to trample.
Many ministers glared with fury, and a few simply turned on their heels and left, unwilling to attend this humiliating banquet any longer.
One pair of eyes after another turned toward Lin Qing, waiting to see how he would react.
But just as he had told Amber in the carriage, Lin Qing didn't care in the slightest what Tokugawa Shingen was doing. He took a glass of wine from a servant's tray, walked over, and asked in surprise:
"Are you hurt? Was it an assassin?"
Tokugawa Shingen straightened up, holding his waist.
"Ahaha... no. You could say it was a workplace injury."
He couldn't exactly say that his own Grand Minister had nearly stabbed him to death by accident.
Fortunately, Tokugawa Shingen was quite fat. The knife had cut into his stomach, but several centimeters of fat still stood between it and his entrails, saving his life.
Tokugawa Shingen smiled at Lin Qing.
"Mr. Lin Qing, I've heard so much about you. Please, come in."
He gestured for Lin Qing to enter the banquet hall.
The moment they stepped inside, hundreds of gazes fell on Lin Qing. Their owners were men and women, young