Su Wanqing's red lips slightly curved, the hint of a smile deepening with a touch of laziness: "Welcome to the Floating Lamp." Her gaze swept over the others at the table, lingering briefly on Wei Banmeng.
Finally, it returned to Fang Qingyu's face, "I hope everything goes smoothly for you all in Songdu."
Su Wanqing didn't say much more, as if she really was just coming over to greet them. She released her hand, nodded gracefully to everyone, and then turned to sway her hips as she walked towards another table of regulars.
Wherever she went, the originally noisy tables of guests, whether in their Divine Management Bureau uniforms or casual clothes.
All unconsciously lowered their voices, some nodding slightly in acknowledgement, eyes filled with obvious respect and even a hint of an imperceptible fear.
The tense atmosphere seemed to relax momentarily as she departed.
