That feeling, it was truly a mix of happiness and sorrow.
Happy because her son had finally met the one meant for him, but sorrowful because, in the end, he would belong to another woman.
Reaching out a hand, Leng Xiaoye passed an invitation card over to him.
"This is as far as I can help you."
He took the invitation card, Huangfu Jue pulled out the enclosed card and opened it, to see a beautifully strong handwritten style. Before the word "Miss," two graceful Chinese characters were written—Gan Yuan.
This was an invitation to a banquet at the Imperial Palace. With this invitation card, Gan Yuan could enter the Royal Palace openly, as an honored guest.
The man, who was not usually expressive, immediately had a glint of light spilling from his blue eyes.
"Thank you."