The festival was utterly captivating. Although Zhu Minglang's attention was fixed on King Jiang, he noticed that the king, aside from putting his status aside and joining the officials and citizens in revelry and dance, did nothing else—he seemed less like the ruler of Golden Crow God City and more like a folk dancer who loved all of life.
Frequently, Zhu Minglang heard strangers around him praise King Jiang. His impartiality and casual elegance had won the admiration of many.
King Jiang repeatedly offered fine wine, sharing it warmly while respecting everyone's individual preferences. Neither Zhu Minglang nor Nan Yuso, as first-time guests, felt either neglected or overly flattered.
Everything felt relaxed and effortless. If not for the prior investigation, Zhu Minglang and Nan Yuso might have naturally blended into the intriguing customs and festivities...
"Is that King Jiang's consort?" Zhu Minglang asked.
