At dusk.
A touch of crimson lingered after rain, wisps of tender green merged with the mist, fading souls perished before the sunset.
An Jing changed his clothes at the alley entrance, then tucked his cloak into his small medicine box, and leisurely returned to Jishi Hall, thinking gleefully, "I wonder what delicious dishes madam has prepared today."
As usual, Zhao Qingmei was cooking in the back hall at this moment, while Tan Yun went to gather the herbs dried in the afternoon sun.
"I wonder if that old rascal, Li Fuzhou, went to the brothels to listen to music again."
An Jing sighed at the peaceful and warm days and couldn't help humming a tune.
"Hmm?!"
As he approached Jishi Hall, he noticed the sign placed at the doorstep, and Tan Yun, who was sound asleep on the table.
"Wake up, it's time to eat."
An Jing couldn't resist walking over, picking up a book, and tapping her little head.
"Is it time to eat?"
Tan Yun instantly sat up, her eyes shining brightly.
