Once the ceremony ended, the feast took over—and, honestly, it looked like Elder Zhao had put way more energy into the food than into the official proceedings. Platters kept appearing as if by magic. At some point, Lihua started to suspect Zhao had all but conscripted half the village into kitchen duty. And the wine—plenty of that, enough to keep spirits high. Ruoxuan darted from person to person, cornering anyone who stood still and launching into wild explanations about emotional meridian theory, looking so gleeful you’d think she’d just invented gravity.Off to the side, Su Fengling and the First Elder slipped into one of their intense discussions. They always did this. Heads together, lost in overlapping research, their focus somewhere else entirely. Lihua didn’t mind—this was so them, and it fit.Elder Zhao wandered in and out of the crowd, blinking a bit too much but not fooling anyone. He kept insisting he was fine, hugging platters, eyes just a little glassy, claiming it was t
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