At this moment, Chu Chen picked up his wine cup, stood up formally, and respectfully said:
"Young Marquis, I toast to you."
Chen Yi casually picked up a teacup and took a sip, not drinking wine, only tea.
"Are you sure you won't join us on the journey to the Southern Barbarian Land?"
In the past few days, Chu Chen had already been conquered by Chen Yi's prowess. After leaving the post station, he started to call him "Young Marquis," just like his second brother, Chu Ming.
"No, we have other matters to attend to."
Chu Chen returned to his seat with a look of regret and exchanged glances with his brother Chu Ming, understanding that they would have to rely on themselves for what lay ahead.
Chu Waner observed all of this, her gaze drifting past Chen Yi to rest on Hua Xianzi sitting behind him, a hint of envy in her eyes.
With her intelligence, she could perceive the indescribable brilliance in Hua Xianzi's eyes; while envious, she also felt a tinge of pity.
