The letter said only that the banquet was to thank Xie Huizhou for shielding him from the Eighth Prince's demands to drink that day.
Unable to refuse such hospitality, and wanting to watch the drama up close, Xie Huizhou agreed to attend without hesitation.
He sent someone to prepare a gift. All the courtesies had to be observed; as a prince attending in person, he could hardly arrive empty-handed and make himself a laughingstock for no reason.
When Zhang Lanhe heard it was Zhou Yanqing, the man who had kept trying to get close to Xie Huizhou at the Qionglin Banquet, his smiling lips visibly drooped as he looked at Xie Huizhou.
"Your Highness, you've only just recovered from a serious illness, and your body is still weak. Are you going off to fool around with them again?"
He knew these people would not behave themselves. They were always devising ways to seduce his wife.
Zhou Yanqing's calculated attempts to approach Xie Huizhou made Zhang Lanhe anxious, leaving him miserably caught between hope and fear of losing him.
I really want to fly away with my wife and live together.
"I promise I won't touch a drop. Divine Physician Ye also said recently that I no longer need to restrict my diet. I'll be right back. I won't fool around."
Xie Huizhou had never been able to sit still. Spending all day recuperating in a place filled with the scent of medicine, while also restricting his diet at Divine Physician Ye Changfeng's insistence, had left him feeling that life held no joy now that good food was gone.
What did his life matter!
He wanted good food!
The moment someone invited him to a banquet, Xie Huizhou's eyes gleamed green, and he hurried off by carriage to the Marquis of