Zhong Hui had clearly taken great care with his appearance that day.
Even his usual arrogance was absent.
He looked every inch a modest gentleman.
When he suddenly appeared at the banquet, everyone was somewhat astonished. Even Cao Mao could not make out why he had come.
Zhong Hui looked at the many distinguished scholars before him, his eyes full of delighted surprise.
Especially when he saw Ji Kang among them, he could barely conceal his excitement.
There was something not quite right about this man.
As soon as he appeared, everyone reacted differently.
Zhong Hui actually had a fairly good reputation.
It was much better than that of Jia Chong and his ilk.
Everyone rose to greet him, except Ruan Ji and Ji Kang, who remained unmoved.
Ruan Ji treated everyone coldly, while Ji Kang was usually drunk. A man who dared sling his arm around the emperor's shoulders was even more indifferent toward Zhong Hui.
Zhong Hui returned their greetings one by one.
"His Majesty said he wished to gather the worthy talents of Luoyang. I was wondering what sort of talents could stir His Majesty's interest. Only today did I learn it was all of you."
"No wonder His Majesty hosted this banquet in person. Hahaha, so many worthy men gathered in Taiji Hall-what an elegant occasion!"
After Zhong Hui offered a few words of flattery, Cao Mao was the first to rise.
"Ah, this is my fault! I nearly forgot that Luoyang also had a great worthy in Lord Zhong!"
Cao Mao hurried forward, took Zhong Hui by the hand, and drew him over to sit at the banquet.
Zhong Hui demurred a few times, but still sat among them with a broad smile, his gaze repeatedly drifting toward Ji Kang.
"Has Your Majesty not composed