After the banquet ended.
Han Xu Yang stayed a while longer to chat with everyone, but his face was already quite weary. It seemed that even though he was only in his fifties or sixties, he had worn himself out with too much hard work.
"Father, you should rest now."
Upon returning, Han Qingxue saw Han Xu Yang's condition and softly spoke.
"Alright, alright, hahaha, seeing so many young people, I wanted to know more about your growth stories, but it seems my body can't hold up. I really can't deny my old age. You all should go back and rest early. The future of our Great Xia Empire depends on you."
Only then did everyone take their leave.
Xu Lingjun noticed, however, that Han Yun City did not stay behind but left following in the footsteps of Li Tianlai.
All the way back to the Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion's base.
An already slightly drunk Liu Zhiyuan, in a drunken stupor, said, "Ling Jun, stay. The rest of you, go back and rest."
"Yes."
