Indeed, he had never been favored by the emperor, and it wasn't his imagination.

Four people were eating around a table.

The setting sun outside was gentle, a breeze caressed my face, the trees beside the small courtyard were lush and green, and the flowers that Jiang Tian planted were blooming in clusters, very vibrant.

That's how it was; a few people raised their glasses and chatted, and the scene was so beautiful.

Yan Jing'an's smile deepened.

He surveyed the scene, perhaps his life wasn't so bad after all; his lover was there, his friends were there, and the beauty of the world was with him.

If that day ever comes, he won't harbor too much resentment...

Just as he was thinking this, a soft, warm hand gently grasped one of his hands that was hanging under the table.

His sadness was noticed by his wife, who gave him the most appropriate and gentle response.

She gazed at him, his image reflected in her clear eyes.

It was as if she was saying, as long as he was there, she would be there.

This is what true friendship in life is all about.

Yan Jing'an held his wife's hand back, his smile tender.

Yan Jing'an wasn't the only one who felt this way; Yuwen Zhuo and Jiang Ting shared the same sentiment.

They rarely have such a relaxed moment anymore.

Living in this world, we always have various responsibilities to bear.

One is a monarch, the other a general who once fought on the battlefield. They had both experienced untold pain and tumultuous years. Now, in peaceful times, they enjoy a drink with friends, and the heartfelt joy brings genuine smiles to their faces.

It's the perfect time of year.