"Noble parties of the Wind were indeed dull. There wasn't even a sound coming from the direction of the bathroom."
Yang Ming sat on a sofa in the corner, a glass with just a remaining sip was by his side. Around him, a few elite soldiers of the Royal Guard in formal attire were preventing young women from approaching.
In a formal suit, Yang Ming had his legs crossed, watching the men and women swaying in the dance floor.
He originally didn't want to wander around in such occasions.
After all, these Wind nobles present had no say in the Empire's affairs, none held key government positions, and weren't part of the military system. Yang Ming felt attending such events was somewhat a waste of his precious vacation time.
However, today was General Fremont's grandson's birthday. Yang Ming, the Wind's secret decision-maker, had to come and support this well-connected old general.
