The birthday feast of Old Sir Zhong arrived as scheduled. Early in the morning, the villa was bustling with people preparing for tonight's celebration. Even Zhong Mengxuan, who hadn't been home in a long while, returned to the house early on.
After some time apart, Zhong Mengxuan had lost her radiant glow from the past, appearing exceptionally haggard, like a flower that had withered, signaling decline.
However, everyone was busy today, so no one had time to notice anything unusual about Zhong Mengxuan.
Zhong Niangyao did notice, though; she just glanced over lightly and then withdrew her gaze. She and Zhong Mengxuan were not on good terms, and she wasn't concerned about Zhong Mengxuan's affairs.
But not wanting to provoke trouble didn't mean trouble wouldn't come looking for her.
Since there was nothing that she needed to do, Zhong Niangyao planned to go back to her room to rest first. She would get dressed up in the evening and then attend the banquet.
