"A banquet, huh..."
A moment later, having accomplished her purpose of delivering the invitation, Yu Wen left with a clear and refreshed mind. Wang Anfeng watched her leave, gazing at the invitation in his hand. He noticed the faint patterns of pine on it and saw the golden ink distributed evenly and purely throughout the text; his expression turned slightly solemn.
He was no longer the ordinary boy from under Great Liang Mount a year ago; he recognized that the paper used for this letter was extraordinary, even better than those used for the earlier Phoenix Banquet invitations.
The handwriting was elegant yet had its own standard, coming from a woman's hand but still revealing a bold and majestic style—clearly learned from a master's hand. The scent of high-quality incense permeated the letter, rich and lingering, purer even than the best sandalwood from the store where Wang Anfeng once bought agarwood, invaluable though merely used to adorn this letter.