With her extraordinary memory, Mu Qingge easily returned to the place where the palace feast was held.
When she came back here, quite a few people had already arrived.
To appear at this palace feast, these people's statuses were naturally not simple. Yet, Mu Qingge hardly recognized anyone.
Watching those who were exchanging pleasantries, she felt somewhat out of place.
Of course, those seemingly inadvertent sneers and mocking gazes that drifted toward her also let her know that she wasn't very well liked.
With an indifferent curl of her lips, Mu Qingge was about to look for the Mu Mansion's seat when she heard her aunt's voice.
"Qingge, over here."
Looking up, Mu Qingge easily spotted Mu Lianrong waving at her amidst the crowd, and standing beside her was Mu Xiong in full official attire.
That imposing manner, that steely pride made him particularly conspicuous in the crowd.
Many people wanted to approach and converse but were deterred by his strong presence.
