Hong Xi was startled at the words and a look of disappointment clearly crossed his face, but he soon chuckled with a sigh, "Young Master Yuan is truly blessed!"
Song Jiyun's hand, holding the tea cup, paused.
Hong Xi had already laughed and said, "Then we'll see each other at the banquet!"
Before Song Jiyun could speak, a man's voice suddenly came from outside, "What banquet?"
Both of them turned towards the sound in unison.
They saw Yuan Yunzhong entering leisurely, dressed in a bamboo green, unadorned Hangzhou silk robe.
He had a tall and straight figure, dark eyebrows and eyes, skin fairer than snow, and his slightly upturned almond eyes were clear and cold, his noble and solemn demeanor as if chiseled from ice and snow, radiating a chilling aura.
Both Hong Xi and Song Jiyun instinctively stood up, with Hong Xi even more respectfully bowing to him and greeting him with "Young Master Yuan."
Yuan Yunzhong gave a slight nod of his head.