After Mu Haiyun cut off the conversation, Yang Qing enjoyed a good stretch of peace and quiet alone.
Those probing gazes no longer lingered on him. With the Mu Family Head standing in their way, those who had intended to approach Yang Qing and sound him out were kept at bay as well.
Only Yang Qing knew that, given the temperament Mu Haiyun had just displayed, a few heartfelt words from him were unlikely to make the man truly abandon that plan.
The banquet was already past its halfway point. Whoever was supposed to come should be arriving soon.
Yang Qing swept his gaze over the people around him, but found no sign of Mo Beixing. Naturally, he saw no sign of the Mystic Physician either.
How would the master of Mystic Medicine Valley handle today's events?
Before that thought had finished turning in Yang Qing's mind, Mu Haiyun spoke courteously beside him. "Although Young Master Yang cannot eat indiscriminately, this dish comes from Mystic Medicine Valley and is especially nourishing. You may wish to try it."
The master of Mystic Medicine Valley? Wasn't that the venerable Mystic Physician? Had the elder actually made a move just like that?
Yang Qing gathered his thoughts and studied the dish before him.
It looked like nothing more than an ordinary squab dish, but the broth was rich, and the aroma of the meat wafted into his nose, enough to whet anyone's appetite.
Yang Qing shifted his gaze slightly and saw Mu Haiyun raising a hand to invite him to taste it. He lifted his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pigeon meat, and drank a little broth.
Then he set down his chopsticks. The others, however, upon learning that the dish had come from the Mystic Physician's hands, immediately lifted the squab