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Wei Jian and his group arrived quickly and left quickly.

The next moment, the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments filled the hall, and everyone began to converse in hushed tones again.

Sang Luan lifted the hem of her dress and slowly walked to the side. When she inadvertently looked up, she happened to meet Liu Wenxian's gaze, who looked like she wanted to devour her whole.

If looks could hurt, she would be covered in wounds by now.

Sang Luan gave Liu Wenxian a big smile.

In Liu Wenxian's eyes, this smile turned into a smug and self-satisfied expression, as if the person had done something wrong but not only did not repent but was also smug and self-satisfied.

She clutched her chest, her eyes widening suddenly, and shoved Feng Shinian beside her. "Look at her, what kind of attitude is this?"

Sang Luan casually withdrew her gaze, walked slowly to Feng Hengzhi's side, and sat down calmly.

Without making a sound, he exchanged a glance with Meng Youning, who was directly opposite him.

Immediately, his gaze fell on the table in front of him.

A plate of unidentified white pastries, a plate of grapes, a dish of freshly ground bok choy, a dish of ginger-flavored fish fillets, and a pot of wine.

It looks pretty good.

She glanced casually at Feng Hengzhi's table and saw that in front of him, besides her food, there was also osmanthus shark fin soup, garlic pork belly, crispy duck, tofu soup, and a pot of fruit wine.

She took just one light breath and smelled a rich fruity aroma, mixed with a faint hint of wine, which was very pleasant.

She glanced at the food in front of her, then at the food in front of Feng Hengzhi, and made a decision in her heart.

With his eyes fixed on the front, hands placed under his body, and body slightly raised, he moved closer to Feng Hengzhi.

Feng Hengzhi turned around abruptly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Sang Luan smiled gently, silently picking up the bamboo chopsticks in her hand, glancing occasionally at the food in front of Feng Hengzhi. "As husband and wife in name only, I should help you when you are in trouble."

As she spoke, she patted her chest, looking quite righteous.

That tiny face, no bigger than a palm, tilted back and forth, its eyes sparkling with tiny glints of light, blinking intently.

Her actions were so obvious that it was hard for Feng Hengzhi not to notice.

Feng Hengzhi followed her gaze and his eyes fell on the plate of crispy duck.

Feeling utterly disdainful, he subtly moved aside in an instant.

However, as soon as Feng Heng made a move, Sang Luan followed suit.

Sang Luan narrowed her eyes slightly. Such a high-ranking official, yet so stingy.

With a smile in her alluring eyes, she slowly moved closer to Feng Hengzhi, the two of them only a finger's width apart.

Sang Luan's breath sprayed onto Feng Heng's ear, making the already stuffy air even more irritating.

Does this woman really intend to do this to him in public...?

Thinking of this, Feng Hengzhi's expression grew even colder, a faint chill emanating from his eyes. "How can you be so shameless? I'm warning you, even if you..."

Sang Luan acted decisively, her chopsticks landing precisely on the crispy duck, and she picked up several pieces with one chopstick.

He quickly withdrew his hand, smiled with satisfaction, and carefully placed it on the plate in front of him.

She looked up at Feng Hengzhi, her tone enigmatic, "What did you just say?"

She seemed to have heard the word "shame"?

Sang Luan put a piece of crispy duck into her mouth, her eyes crinkling with joy, and her mood instantly improved.

Feng Hengzhi paused, turned slightly to the side, and looked up at her, only to find that her gaze was fixed on the food in front of her.

A hint of anger flashed across his face as he lowered his voice and said, "Is this yet another new trick you've come up with to get my attention?"

Sang Luan paused, turned slightly to the side, and smiled.

Seeing this, Feng Hengzhi couldn't help but snort coldly. He couldn't even hold on for a moment. This woman really did come up with a new method when she saw that the previous methods didn't work on him.

He parted his lips slightly, about to speak, when he noticed the person beside him staring intently at him, asking seriously, "Aren't you going to eat?"

He was taken aback. "What?"

Sang Luan pointed to the food in front of him and patiently repeated, "Aren't you going to eat any of this?"

Feng Hengzhi's gaze was complex. He looked at her deeply for a moment, then quickly looked away and ignored her.

Sang Luan was displeased. "At least answer me whether you're going to eat or not!"

She glanced at Feng Hengzhi and, seeing that he showed no intention of touching his chopsticks, she secretly rubbed her hands together and quickly took the crispy duck in front of him.

When Liu Wenxian glared at her, she silently placed her hand only a finger's width away from her.

Since the items are still on Feng Hengzhi's table, it's not unreasonable for her to move them.

Right?

After a moment of silence, Sang Luan turned her gaze to the pot of fruit wine again, secretly reaching out and quickly taking it.

I immediately poured myself a glass.

Feng Hengzhi suddenly spoke up, "Sang Luan."

Sang Luan exclaimed "Oh!" and handed the fruit wine in her hand to Feng Hengzhi, "Do you want some too?"

Feng Hengzhi: "Stop moving around!"

"Oh." Sang Luan looked at him with a smile. "Then give me your tofu soup."

A look of disbelief flashed in Feng Heng's eyes. After a moment of silence, he actually placed the tofu soup in front of Sang Luan.

Sang Luan smiled, her smile deepening, and then fell silent.

She casually picked up a grape in front of her and popped it into her mouth.

Mmm, it tastes sweet.

"I'm sure you all heard about the purpose of my banquet here today," Emperor Zhaowu said, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "I've heard that the beauties from Jiangnan have graceful figures and their dances are unforgettable. Since Jiangnan has presented this to us, I thought I'd let you all enjoy their dances with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement arose from below.

At Emperor Zhaowu's single glance, the eunuch beside him struck a pose and announced in a high-pitched voice, "Please invite Miss Jiangnan into the palace."

The next moment, the hall became darker, and the night outside the hall deepened. Only a few luminous pearls inside the hall faintly emitted a faint white light.

As the music began to play, a woman in red, barefoot, walked slowly forward at the entrance of the hall. Her dress covered her jade-like feet, and only her movements revealed glimpses of her true face.

Her steps were light, each time she lifted her foot and landed on her toes, not like she was walking, but like a mountain spirit playing in the mortal world.

She hadn't taken two steps forward when she leaped up lightly, her thin clothes fluttering in the air.

The woman in red made a delicate, orchid-like gesture with her hands, raising them to her temples. Her eyes were lowered, and every movement conveyed the meaning of delicate fragility and the beauty of a woman as exquisite as a painting.

Suddenly, the woman in red tiptoed, put her hands together, raised them above her head, twisted her waist to the right, and with a push of her toes, spun around, lifting herself off the ground.

The red dress billowed up, just enough to obscure half of the woman's face...