Yun Qing sat upright at the banquet, his back straight as a pine, his double pupils unruffled.
But he really, really wanted to look up at the little black cat in Yun Huang's arms, yet feared seeing something that would send his blood pressure soaring.
Yun Qing could only maintain an impeccably gracious smile as he took his seat below with the other Yun Clan venerables. He even "calmly" lifted his teacup and took a small sip.
Oh, you asked what that tea tasted like? He hadn't tasted a thing.
Yun Yuan sat diagonally ahead of him, his aged eyes narrowing slightly. He glanced at Yun Qing, then at the pitch-black kitten curled up with its tail in His Majesty's arms, and the corner of his eye gave an almost imperceptible twitch.
The old fox said nothing. He silently turned back, lifted his wine cup, and took a sip, but his eyes plainly spelled out one word:
Interesting!
The Zhou Emperor, Ji Chongli, stood below the imperial seat, still maintaining his dignity as he said solemnly, "Your Majesty has traveled far today, so I have prepared this banquet-"
"Leave the banquet for now."
Yun Huang lowered his eyes to Qing Kitty in his arms, his fingertips idly stroking the cat's back. His tone was level, yet it forcibly pressed the entire hall down a notch.
The officials of Great Zhou: "..."
We're sweating buckets, Ancestor! What are you going to do now?!
Lu Mingqian could no longer hold his teacup steady. It landed on the table with a clack, splashing tea everywhere, his face a portrait of My life is over.
Yun Huang swept his gaze around the hall, sending a chill down the spine of everyone it touched, then spoke in an indifferent tone:
"I have been away for