"Well, look who it is! Haven't seen you in a few days, and you've fallen so far behind?"
At the banquet, Gu Ruoxi was dressed in lavish, opulent attire, casting an arrogant gaze toward Yun Feiwan with a tone dripping in mockery.
This was merely one of many such banquets. Gatherings like this were hosted by noble ladies and matrons at regular intervals, ostensibly to strengthen social ties. After all, the imperial court and the inner chambers of the harem were deeply intertwined; behind every official stood a network of household connections. If one could manage to cozy up to the influential wives of high-ranking officials, they might just bask in a bit of that reflected glory.
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