There were countless banquets in ancient times, especially among the aristocratic families, who loved throwing flower-viewing banquets and the like whenever they had nothing better to do.
Today, for instance, Wenren Luoshui had accompanied her mother to the Tea-Tasting Banquet hosted by the Grand Princess.
Ever since the Grand Princess learned that the daughter she had raised for decades was someone else's child-and had known her own origins all along, yet still kept her in the dark-she had been ill for a long time.
She had only recovered a few days ago. When the Empress and the others heard, they made a special trip out of the palace to visit her.
Whatever the Empress and the others had said to comfort the Grand Princess, after they returned to the palace, she told the elderly attendant beside her that she wanted to host banquets.
Not once every so often, either. She wanted to hold one every day.
When Wenren Luoshui and Yunjian heard, they thought the Grand Princess's banquets sounded rather like modern-day matchmaking corners.
After all, most banquets in ancient times followed the same basic pattern, however many variations there were.
Granted, men and women sat separately at these banquets.
But had there ever been a shortage of incidents at them?
In women's fiction about household intrigue, they were one of the main drivers of the plot.
Wenren Luoshui and Yunjian found a relatively secluded spot and sat down. Though out of the way, it was pleasantly cool.
An occasional breeze swept past, even leaving them feeling a little chilly.
Ever since acquiring a physical form, the system had become a foodie, searching for something to eat the moment it opened its eyes each day.
Yin Xing adored feeding it. Every time Wenren Luoshui saw the food Yin Xing prepared