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The tracking spell flew out, and yet some people still noticed it. Everyone pretended not to see, and no one would remind the spirited half-drunk man.
Cao Lin, who had long been elevated to a state of oblivion, continued to weave through the crowd of officials, proudly boasting about his achievements in Luzhou. Upon closer listening, his words were disjointed and riddled with inconsistencies, providing ample incriminating information.
Was he really that foolish? Sang Qingxiao wondered if he had been overly praised. Cao Lin had ascended to the position of a fourth-rank Prefect in less than ten years; he couldn't be that stupid. How could he not notice the anomalies around him?
Qi Xiaomian explained that His Majesty genuinely wanted to establish a model figure and had even considered Cao Lin's path to promotion. Therefore, upon learning the truth, he was infuriated.
Cao Lin's misdeeds were indeed serious, but more importantly, His Majesty felt humiliated for being manipulated by a mere Minister. He was seething with anger and decided to elevate Cao Lin further; the higher he was lifted, the harder he would fall.
When His Majesty took action personally, how many greedy individuals could withstand it? It served them right.
Sang Qingxiao watched the scene at the banquet with cold eyes, quietly waiting for feedback from the spell. She initially thought it would take some time, but after only a short while, the feedback arrived.
The demon was getting closer to Nectar.
Sang Qingxiao waited calmly for a moment until the grand hall doors were pushed open. A graceful noblewoman entered, leading a young master in his teens.
Husband.
Ignoring the gazes of those around her, the noblewoman gently called out, but received no response from the half-drunk man.
She stepped forward a few paces and naturally supported Cao Lin. Only then did he notice her and see his eldest son as well.
Frowning tightly, he impatiently scolded, "What are you doing here?"
"Husband, I was worried about you," she replied softly. "I came with Dong'er to bring you home."
"What do I have to worry about?"
Cao Lin attempted to shake off his wife's hands, but she maintained a composed smile and held on tightly.
After all this time, she finally had the chance to present Dong'er before the ministers; how could she miss this opportunity?
"Husband, you've been working hard in Luzhou for days without recovering well. How can you drink so much? Now that Dong'er has grown up, let our eldest son help you out."
Cao Lin felt annoyed that his wife interrupted his good mood; however, his head was indeed feeling somewhat dizzy. He reluctantly agreed with her suggestion and handed over unimportant matters to their son to handle.
Cao Dong caught the gaze of his Kissing Relative and had no intention of obeying his father's arrangements. Instead, he set his sights on Mingze's table.
As a teenager, he had never encountered such a grand occasion. Mustering up a bit of courage to approach was already pushing his limits. Standing in front of Mingze, his hands trembled slightly, causing some wine to spill.
Mingze didn't make things difficult for him; he simply raised his glass but didn't bring it to his lips. Qi Xiaomian was even more disinterested, not bothering to lift his glass at all.
After toasting the two of them and receiving such treatment, the boy felt a surge of frustration. When he reached Sang Qingxiao's side, he scoffed. Not recognizing him and finding him rather effeminate, the boy rolled his eyes and walked away.
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