Diagonally across, Abel stood up with a smile.
"Queen, do you know why I always attend the National Day banquet punctually every year? It's because what I like most is the part after the banquet!"
"I never doubted that," Leng Xiaoye clapped his hands, "Now, everyone can leave the table and go play your favorite games. I suggest you hurry up, or once I finish my dessert, you'll have no chance left!"
The guests burst into laughter, even Duke Rost—Abel's father, who had just been looking rather stern, laughed along with the crowd.
"Elroy, care for a game?" Abel took the initiative to invite.
"Sure."
Huangfu Jue rose from his chair.
He wasn't a fan of socializing, but considering his status, some networking was essential.
The festival after Leng Xiaoye's annual banquet might seem a bit unorthodox, but in fact, it was an attempt at innovation.