The banquet seemed more unpleasant for Yan Feng than when it started. The food seemed to come down like sand from the throat. With every piece of meat he put in his mouth, he could even feel the looks of Li Jia-li on him and his whole family as if the wedding was going to be held right there. The whole situation was exhausting, but the minister seemed to enjoy the interaction that did not exist between the two and now he looked at his daughter smiling like a rare bird, and now he looked at Yan Feng, who was looking at the food as if he were considering something in his mind.
Yan Feng no longer wanted to be in that environment, but his friend sitting by the entrance door seemed to laugh at the situation his king was. Since he met Yan Feng two years ago, he has never seen him with any woman
