C56 Yue Wenhai

"It's fine, go ahead."

Wang Yue shook his head, and with a glance, Zhuang Jiying understood. She gave a subtle nod, choosing to remain silent.

They were at a poetry gathering, a haven for scholars to recite and appreciate verses. Upon arriving at the Ink Fragrance Garden, they simply took their seats beside Huang Shuxian and Yang Mengxi, watching quietly.

The event had yet to begin