After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

As night fell, the banquet hall became the only bright spot, and it was brighter than in the evening.

A servant hurried over from there, and as she got closer, Shen Zhao could see the anxiety on her face.

She evasively glanced at Mu Daiying, the second daughter of the Mu family's eldest house, who was hiding behind the bench, and then looked at Mu Yanchen carefully and respectfully, "Seventh Young Master, it's time to go in. The third wife and her children are all here."

Mu Yanchen looked cold and dark as he looked at the banquet hall full of singing and dancing. "Then let's go."

He naturally stretched out his hand. Shen Zhao glanced at him and placed his hand on his palm.

As the two were walking, Shen Zhao turned his head to look at the servant. The servant had already run behind the bench and hid in the shadows, but Shen Zhao still saw her dragging movements.

Worry unconsciously appeared between his brows.

"Is it really okay?"

Mu Yanchen looked indifferent, as if everything that happened in the Mu residence had nothing to do with him. "As the second daughter of the Mu family, what's wrong with her staying in her own home?"

Shen Zhao was speechless for a moment, but she still felt upset.

He followed Mu Yanchen into the banquet hall in silence.

At this time, melodious music was already playing in the banquet hall. Tables and chairs had been set up in the hall and guests were taking their seats one after another.

Mu Yanchen naturally belonged to the Mu family's table. He put his arm around Shen Zhao's waist and slowly walked to the front. When he saw the third lady, he nodded slightly.

Shen Zhao looked at the Third Madam. She was the noblewoman who did not fight or compete and was willing to live in seclusion in the city for the sake of her two children. She wore a simple but extremely decent dress. She would not steal the limelight from some people, nor would she lose face for the Mu family. Perhaps because she had withdrawn from the center of power, she looked much younger than Song Si. Time had not been harsh on her and left no marks on her face.

A pair of children stood on her left and right. When they saw Mu Yanchen, they gently called him "Seventh Brother" and nothing else.

The weak family affection broadened Shen Zhao's horizons.

Mu Yanchen just called out politely, "Fourth sister, fifth brother."

Mu Ying and Mu Sheng are more like their mother. They don't have the unique sharpness of the Mu family. They give people a much kinder feeling overall. Moreover, they are twins, a boy and a girl. Mu Ying was born only ten minutes earlier than Mu Sheng, so she naturally became the older sister.

When Mu Yingfeng learned that Mo Xinqi was pregnant with twins, he was overjoyed. He thought it was a good omen and even thought of handing over the power directly to Mu Sheng. Fortunately, he was stopped by Mo Xinqi, otherwise Mu Sheng might not have lived to this age.

Several people who were far away from the center of power took their seats.

Shen Zhao had been in a tense state. He didn't even dare to speak. His almond-shaped eyes stared in one direction, not daring to look around casually.

Mu Yanchen placed his hand on the back of her hand hidden under the table and patted it gently with a strong sense of comfort.

Shen Zhao turned to him and gave him a grateful look.

When Mu Yanchen looked at her, he softened his expression unconsciously, his eyes filled with gentle light, like the dense spring rain, moistening everything silently.

But all of this was seen by the people in the third room. Mu Ying stared at Mu Yanchen in surprise, and then her scrutinizing eyes fell on Shen Zhao. She raised the corner of her mouth and said, "I guess this must be the seventh brother's wife?"

Her voice was soft and Shen Zhao could not tell the meaning behind it. He just thought it was a normal greeting.

She looked at Mu Ying blankly, and then heard her say, "Let me introduce myself. I am the fourth in the Mu family. My name is Mu Ying. What's your name?"

Since everyone else had asked, there was no reason for Shen Zhao not to answer, "Shen Zhao."

As Mu Ying spoke, she stretched out her hand and raised it above the table. Shen Zhao stood up slightly and shook hands with her in the air.

"Well, what a good name, as bright as the sun and the stars." Mu Ying glanced at Mu Yanchen who had been staring at her and smiled faintly, "Our seventh brother deserves a beautiful woman like you."

After Mu Ying finished speaking, she turned to look at the chairman's table, only to see Mu Guichao and Song Si helping Mu Yingfeng to sit down. The lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed, and even the little light in her eyes went out. She sarcastically said, "It seems the big show is about to begin."

Mo Xinqi tugged at Mu Ying's sleeve and said softly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Her expression became much more serious when Mu Yingfeng sat down.

Mu Sheng didn't care at all. He shook the yellowish liquid in the glass, put his lips to the rim and drank it all in one gulp. He didn't follow the rules that everyone expected. He was more like a playboy, and his every move revealed a ruffian spirit.

This is also the reason why Mu Yingfeng dislikes him more and more.

Song Si cast a faint glance at the table and quickly looked away. She helped Mu Yingfeng up and handed him the microphone.

Just like at the beginning, Mu Yingfeng always maintained his healthy and energetic appearance, asking everyone to eat to their heart's content. There would be a charity auction later, and he also made a joke with everyone present, making the guests laugh.

Along with the moving performance on the stage, the waiters served each dish to the guests below the stage.

Shen Zhao had never seen such exquisite dishes. She didn't even know the table etiquette. There were many knives and forks placed next to the plates. It's not that she knew nothing, as she had seen some of them on TV, but when she was there, her mind was a little stuck.

I can't even remember what kind of knife and fork to use to eat what.

It was Mu Yanchen who reminded her. He seemed to be always paying attention to her every move, and when he saw that she was troubled, he would react immediately.

"This staple food is to be eaten with this fork and the knife next to it."

He spoke in a tone that only the two of them could hear, teaching Shen Zhao table manners on the spot, but then he changed the subject, "Actually, you don't need to deliberately accommodate such rules. These are just some of the complicated means of our communication, like a threshold for entry. If you don't know how to do it, you are excluded."

"But shouldn't I do it now?" Shen Zhao was puzzled.

"But I think you are you. There is no need to deliberately cater to this set of rules. After all, rules are made by people." He said lightly, as if he had integrated into the habit of blood and bones. Just from the movements of eating, Shen Zhao could see a kind of dignity in Mu Yanchen that other young masters of aristocratic families did not have.

Shen Zhao lowered his head, put a piece of soft and tender fish meat into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

"But, if I really don't follow the rules, what if others laugh at you?"

"They dare not." Mu Yanchen laughed softly, with joy in his eyes.

Shen Zhao immediately understood that some rules were established as a screening mechanism, but Mu Yanchen said that they didn't need it, they were just used to it. That is to say, they set the rules and they can do whatever they want.

People standing at the top are different.

Shen Zhao looked at the sauce that looked like decoration on the plate, and curiously used a fork to smear some on the fish before putting it into her mouth. She had seen the protagonists on TV eat Western food like this.

But then she felt something was wrong. She suddenly felt a cramp in her stomach. It was different from her menstrual period, and perhaps it was something more serious than appendicitis.

She held her stomach, her face was pale, and beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Yanchen asked anxiously.

Shen Zhao looked at Mu Yanchen's anxious expression, and while enduring the pain, he couldn't help but think, Mu Yanchen is really worried about her, it's just a stomachache.