The orchestra struck up a livelier tune, and dancers flooded the floor with renewed enthusiasm.
Kee Kee, emboldened by his earlier chaos, targeted the dessert table again.
This time, he launched himself onto a three-tiered cake, sliding down its frosted surface like a winter sport.
Guests gasped as the cake toppled, splattering Governor Zhang's closest allies with buttercream.
"That little monster is everywhere!" someone shrieked as Kee Kee darted between legs, occasionally nipping at ankles that displeased him.
Amidst the chaos, a handsome nobleman approached Rui and Zou, bowing deeply.
"Duchess, might I have the honor of the next dance?"
Rui's hand tightened on Zou's arm. "I'm afraid I've promised all my dances to my husband."
The man's smile faltered.
"Surely the Duke would not mind sharing such a lovely wife for one song?"
Zou's golden eyes gleamed dangerously.
"The Duke very much would mind."
