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At the imperial seats, Gong Beiming was discussing something with Gu Changqing, heads bent close together.

Gu Changqing couldn't stop praising today's venue arrangement, "The lighting and the stage this year are particularly creative, quite different from the past."

Gong Beiming wrapped an arm around Chi Xiaoyu's shoulders, his tone brimming with pride, "Of course! Would my woman ever be less than extraordinary?"

Xu Yanzhi, standing beside Gu Changqing and smoking a cigarette, watched Chi Xiaoyu with a complex look in her eyes, then turned her gaze to Qiao An who sat restlessly in the distance.

Tonight, Chi Xiaoyu wore a long, smoky grey dress, its upper half in the classic style of a cheongsam with a delicate mandarin collar, while the bottom flared out generously.

Chi Xiaoyu was slender, her arms pale, and the loose-fitting, long dress draped over her, exuding a classical elegance.