The Emperor's Banquet Part 2 : Indifference

The procession that entered was almost blinding. The first to step in were maids dressed in immaculate yellow uniforms, their every movement synchronized to perfection.

It was clear that physical appearance had been a key factor in their selection—each one of them was delicate and stunning, with elegant features and graceful steps.

Hua Jing tilted her head slightly as she watched them enter in an intricate formation. Their steps were measured, their gazes lowered in perfect decorum.

A murmur of approval spread through the hall, followed by a soft round of applause.

Hua Jing turned to Zhao Yan, who remained completely unmoved, his face unreadable beneath his golden mask.

She pursed her lips.

Alright, fine. Maybe this is normal for him. But for me? This is like a whole imperial drama unfolding before my eyes!

Her attention quickly snapped back to the front as the maids, having taken their positions, suddenly parted in unison.