National Master Mansion.
In the snow, Little Dumpling clasped Jiang Ning and Ji Mingyue's hands together, their palms touching, Ji Mingyue's cheeks slightly reddened, her gaze flickering lightly.
Jiang Ning's expression was gentle, and he did not withdraw his hand, only gently rubbing Little Dumpling's head.
Everyone returned to the corridor and sat down by the charcoal fire.
Ji Minghao lifted the hot tea offered by Qinghe, pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "Brother Jiang, tonight there is a year-end banquet at the palace. My father has specially sent me to invite you and the State Preceptor to attend. Many ministers and sons of noble families will be present, making it quite a grand event."
