The night was still, but the manor was unusually lively. A party was underway in the spacious hall. The matter had finally been dealt with as quickly as possible: Farrell had colluded with Qian Kun to frame Qin Fen and tampered with the food. Once the truth came out, everyone began to despise the pair.
Now that the matter had been resolved, Grant, as the host, had to step forward and say a few words. First, he needed to put everyone at ease, explain the poisoning incident, and give his guests an answer.
Second, he needed to lighten the mood. The royal family really had suffered a run of bad luck lately. Now he had to show that they remained strong and reassure everyone.
By the time the butler brought Yan Bing, the Queen Mother, and the others into the hall, the party had already begun. The spacious room was full of people putting on airs, gathering in little groups to discuss the earlier incident in hushed voices. Whenever Grant approached, they changed the subject. They had to spare him at least that much embarrassment.
When Yan Bing stepped through the doors, Qin Fen and Fatty Fu were stuffing themselves in a corner. Neither had much interest in showing off.
"Welcome, welcome! Isn't this Mr. Yan Bing?" The butler beside Grant spoke softly, alerting his employer to the arrival of an important guest.
"Hello, Your Highness!" Yan Bing greeted him politely while looking around for his target. From the intermediary's discreet explanation, he knew the person he would be dealing with should be from Benedict V's camp. He wanted to see where His Holiness was. An important figure accompanying him was very likely the seller.
As a wealthy businessman of Chinese descent, Yan Bing wielded considerable influence in the United