Hua Family.

The grand halls of the Hua family mansion were as lavish as one would expect. Intricately carved pillars lined the walkways, their surfaces adorned with golden dragons twisting toward the ceiling.

Delicate lanterns cast a warm, ambient glow, and the faint scent of incense lingered in the air.

A steward led them through the corridors before finally ushering them into a waiting room.

"Please wait here," he said with a bow before leaving.

Moments later, a servant entered with a tray laden with steaming dishes, their rich aromas filling the room.

Zhao Yun and Shan Yifeng hadn't even touched their meals back at the restaurant.

Now, hunger gnawed at them with full force.

The moment the plates were set down, Shan Yifeng wasted no time.

He grabbed a roasted chicken drumstick, his small hands barely able to wrap around its thick, glistening surface.