Deep into the night, when all was quiet, Song Jian heard a gentle knock at the door. Opening it, he saw Lan Ling standing there with a look of unease. Seeing Song Jian, she whispered, "My mother found out you were here and kept talking to me. I've only just managed to get away. Have you been waiting anxiously?"
"It's alright. Did your mother blame you?" Song Jian asked. He suddenly felt that following Lan Ling to her house might not have been a good idea.
"Enough talk, let's go to the Lan Zhi Library. It's perfect timing; they're all busy preparing for tomorrow's birthday feast, and the library should only be guarded by poor Grandpa. Here, take this jug of wine; once we give it to him, he'll let us in," Lan Ling handed over a small gourd over a foot long, saying;
Song Jian took the gourd and immediately saw the properties of the wine within:
