C77 Chapter 77

Jian Yi carried himself with quiet confidence—neither servile nor arrogant.

He first stepped around a table piled with wine, fruit, and snacks, then offered a graceful bow to the dignitaries seated above.

Next, he unhooked the bamboo flute at his waist, lifted it to his lips, and tested a single note.

The Chancellor’s expression stayed calm, his posture perfectly composed