"The meeting is adjourned," Fang Yuan declared, his tone calm but decisive.
One by one, the elders rose from their seats. Robes rustled, heads bowed low in respect, and they filed out of the chamber in solemn silence until the vast hall was nearly empty.
Only when the last elder slipped through the door did Lin Zhaoyue rise gracefully. Her steps were light but purposeful as she crossed the room, her silk sleeves trailing like flowing water.
"Husband," she purred softly, slipping her arm through his with practiced familiarity. Her lips curved in a teasing smile as she leaned against him. "Do you and the elders always waste time like this?"
Fang Yuan blinked at her, head tilting ever so slightly. His eyes were steady, his curiosity genuine as he asked, "What do you mean?"
