”I’m planning to stay for an hour or so, make the rounds and greet the appropriate people, and then quietly slip away,” he murmured to his friend.
Jiayi nodded with a sigh.
These events were always so stressful for his master. Most people in their society believed Wang Rou had been passed over as heir. Only close family and trusted friends knew that Wang Rou had willingly stepped down.
A server walking around with a tray of champagne offered a glass to Wang Rou. He took two, handing one to Jiayi with a faint smile.
”At least the food will be delicious.”