The middle-aged man in the lead came over and courteously made a 'please' gesture.
"Fourth Young Master, our Old Lord has been waiting for you for a long time—"
Emperor Quan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Lead the way!"
The mountain top banquet.
An absolutely unique place.
Surrounded by a group of people, just like when she came up the mountain, Zhan Se didn't walk a single step from one side of the mountain to the other. Only this time, cradled in familiar arms, she didn't need to feel awkward or deliberately make conversation to lighten the mood. She could unabashedly cling to him, chatting about daily life, sharing her longing since they'd parted, recounting her experiences over the days, and talking about Yang Mei's feelings for Yan Zhan.
All the way up, she was the one talking.
Emperor Quan was listening, hardly interjecting.
"Fourth Brother."
