After tea with Lady Yan, I relax until dinner. Because of Luan’s standing orders, the usual maids carry me to the table in my special chair with all the handles.


    Though I do make one of the butlers following me around carry my crutches for just in case.


    Technically, dinner is served in the dining room every day. In practice, everyone takes their dinner in their rooms, and I demand to be carried to the dining room just to get away from my bed.


    It’s a spacious room with a long table and highbacked chairs. There is a large window with a lovely garden view.


    The other walls are covered in paintings of landscapes and the wolves of White Fang. Behind the head of the table is a hand painted silk screen, which the late Lady would change seasonally. It still shows a spring scene of plum blossoms and bamboos.


    But today is special. Jun is waiting for me when I arrive.  You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    He looks pristine as usual when he isn’t killing people. His long straight black hair doesn’t have a strand out of place. Today, he is wearing the colors of White Fang, green and silver, and there is not a wrinkle in sight on the fabric.


    Does being a cultivator helps keep clothes look freshly pressed?


    I’m seated next to him. As soon as I’m situated, the servants start bringing out the food.


    There are not only twice as many dishes as usual, but there are twice as many people serving them.


    Jun doesn’t bat an eye at this sudden change in behavior. But for all I know, this his first time having dinner in here.


    The head chef is certainly pulling out all the stops.


    We eat in a comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes. Then Jun says, “I heard you received a guest this afternoon for tea.”


    I’m guessing someone has already written up a report about my conversation and maybe they’ve already given it to him. But it’s not like I have anything to hide from Jun.


    “Yes, I met Lady Yan Su this afternoon. She was very chatty, but friendly. How was your afternoon?”


    We make quiet small talk through the rest of dinner. I manage to not spill anything on myself tonight and he tells me a bit about his slow by steady progress on building his army.


    I don’t understand almost any of it, but I try to take a polite interest.