The wedding feast had finally reached its fervent climax. Not only had the battle failed to scare the guests away, but it had also instilled in them a sense of reassurance. The Imperial Clan stood strong, with the aged emperor on the brink of breaking into the ancestral realm, the emerging young powerhouse Chu Mo rising to prominence, the reigning emperor, and the crown prince Ji Qi deftly steering the dynasty forward. What more could one ask for prosperity?
Thus, everyone in the grand hall drank with unrestrained enthusiasm, their initial caution and reserve long forgotten. They conversed loudly, their laughter filling the space.
Chu Mo walked around the hall with his wine cup, accompanied by Qi Xiaoyu and Shui Yiyi, to toast every guest. He left out no one—relatives, old friends. He took time to converse with each individual, and though it was time-consuming, everyone he interacted with felt delighted.
