Chapter 132: Imperial Supper (3)
The Imperial Banquet.
For the citizens of the Empire, it was a tremendous honor—one that proudly ranked as the number one event everyone wanted to avoid.
When the day of the banquet arrived, it wasn’t uncommon for those scheduled to attend to suddenly experience misfortune or encounter unexpected accidents.
Of course, feigning illness was risky, as the Emperor might show up at your door with medicine in hand, an event far worse than attending the banquet itself.
The mere thought of the Emperor knocking on the White Tower’s door made me shiver.
’So there’s really no way out of this...’
Attending someone else’s dinner—especially an imperial family dinner—was an incredibly daunting prospect, but it seemed I had no choice.
To survive the banquet, I needed to know more about the Emperor—why he invited me, what he liked and disliked, and what his interests were.
One wrong word at the dinner table could cast a shadow over my entire future.
’I know his political leanings, at least.’
I had already observed during an audience that the Emperor tended to smile when someone badmouthed the church.