"Zhong Ming is here!"
ROAR—
The moment the announcement was made, the vast Prince Qinghe's Mansion erupted into chaos.
The banquet guests swarmed the entrance, each one wanting to catch a glimpse of the peerless genius, Zhong Ming. Many lovesick young women stood on their tiptoes, hoping for a chance to get close to him.
Fortunately, Yi Yunya and Ji Qingyue had prepared for this. They joined forces to erect an invisible barrier, holding the restless crowd back.
And so, surrounded by the adoring crowd, Zhong Ming met Prince Qinghe, who had come to welcome him. He was a gentle-faced, middle-aged man who put aside his princely airs and treated Zhong Ming like a kind elder, warmly inquiring about his well-being.
"Hahaha, young friend Zhong Ming, have you been settling in well at the Commandery Mansion?" Prince Qinghe patted his shoulder, his smile radiant. "If there's anything at all you need, just let me know. Please, don't stand on ceremony. Make yourself at home."
