Banquet

The name was impressive, but not enough to silence the entire hall.

What truly held every gaze was the figure beside Wei Qing.

Two young women entered together.

Wei Qing, on the left, wore a pink dress and looked bright and charming.

Beside her walked another young woman.

She wore a pale-purple dress of Shu brocade, its hem trailing across the floor like curling mist.

Her hair was swept into a high coiffure, her dangling hair ornaments trembling softly.

With only a touch of makeup, she was already beautiful enough to topple kingdoms.

Most striking were her cool, clear eyes. When they swept across the room, no one dared meet them, yet no one could resist stealing another glance.

Throughout the hall, from the young scholars who fancied themselves dashing to the beauties vying to outshine one another,

all paled into insignificance.

Who was she?

When had such a woman appeared in Chang'an?

In a corner,

Gu Changge heard the commotion and glanced up idly.

Pfft—!!!

He sprayed a mouthful of wine straight into the face of the man opposite him.

Forgetting to wipe his mouth, Gu Changge stared wide-eyed as though he had seen a ghost.

That face...

"Holy... shit?!"

Jiang Yuechu?!

The poor fellow across from him wiped the wine off his face and was about to lose his temper.

But when he saw Gu Changge's ghost-struck expression and followed his gaze, he fell silent too.

The moment those two figures stepped into the hall, every voice cut off abruptly.

Wei Qing held her chin high and linked arms with Jiang Yuechu. Basking in the awestruck looks from all around, she could barely contain her delight.

She tilted her head and whispered, "See? I told you these men's eyeballs would nearly fall out."

Jiang Yuechu remained expressionless and