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In the following days, Qi Xiaomian came to the Small Tavern for dinner, appearing visibly exhausted. After finishing her meal and chatting, she would often doze off mid-conversation.
Cao Lin had entered the capital with great fanfare, becoming increasingly arrogant under the praise of others. It seemed as if the immense wealth was within his grasp, and he never turned down any social engagements, becoming even more unrestrained.
Since Cao Lin's arrival in the capital, Yan Min's health had miraculously improved. However, before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the prison guards from the Ministry of Justice reported outbreaks of plague symptoms in three different locations. The epidemic situation in the city was becoming increasingly severe. Yet, the Court would not pause its activities due to the pandemic.
Yan Min's trial date was once again confirmed.
On the eve of the trial, Cao Lin held a grand banquet, as if celebrating his impending victory in advance.
That evening, Qi Xiaomian strode confidently into the Small Tavern, a stark contrast to her previous cautious demeanor.
"Not busy today?" Sang Qingxiao asked.
"Almost done with work."
"Then you should rest early. What brings you here now?"
"Cao Lin is hosting a banquet; I'm taking you to it."
"Huh?" Sang Qingxiao recalled Qi Xiaomian's earlier speculation that this was an opportunity to see if there were any demons around Cao Lin.
"Such an occasion will likely be filled with Court Officials. I shouldn't go; it would be inappropriate. Instead, I could just take a look from a distance when it ends."
Qi Xiaomian stepped closer and spoke softly, "Cao Lin's banquet is at Nectar. Before Miss Sang opened her Small Tavern, Nectar was known as the finest establishment in Jingjing City. After your tavern opened, many have privately remarked that your dishes seem to surpass theirs."
"Moreover, I specifically reserved a table for the famous Hump Feast a day in advance. Miss Sang, don't you want to try it?"
Sang Qingxiao found it amusing. "You invite me to eat at Cao Lin's banquet but have booked another table for yourself? Are you planning to cause trouble?"
"We can enjoy our meal without worrying about others' opinions."
"Fine, if you don't mind, then I have no problem either. Wait for me; I'll change into something else."
When Sang Qingxiao emerged from the kitchen, she was dressed like a man, not bothering to conceal her feminine features. She still looked fresh and clean, cradling a Black Cat in her arms.
"I want to go eat the Hump Feast too! Are you taking me?" Li Cu immediately asked upon seeing Qi Xiaomian.
"Of course! Misha and the others can come along as well."
Qi Xiaomian decided to invite everyone.
Sang Qingxiao shook his head and said, "No need for that. We're not going to start a brawl. If there are too many people, it might ruin your son’s appetite. Just pack some food to take back for them."
Nectar, the finest restaurant in Jingjing City, stood seven stories tall, resplendent and magnificent, gathering culinary delights and fine wines from all corners of the continent and various countries.
Inside the restaurant, there was not only an endless array of dishes but also top-notch performances including acrobatics, singing, dancing, and storytelling, with new acts introduced regularly to ensure that guests would never tire of the entertainment.
The young attendants inside were carefully selected; their appearances were striking, and their manners and behaviors were impeccable, ensuring that every guest was attended to perfectly.
As Qi Xiaomian's carriage approached the entrance, a sharp-eyed attendant recognized its origin. Through a brief exchange of glances, by the time the carriage came to a stop, arrangements befitting the guests had already been made.
Qi Xiaomian stepped down first. Just as everyone was getting him settled, unexpectedly, another person emerged from the carriage, prompting another round of silent exchanges.
A few young women quickly walked out of the restaurant. Despite their swift pace, they maintained perfect poise and grace, looking stunning as they approached Sang Qingxiao. They bowed gracefully before him, their voices neither servile nor arrogant but exceedingly pleasant to hear.
"Miss Sang," one of them said, "allow Mei Niang to guide you inside."
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