The winter morning at the Xiwen Pavilion had people already bundled up in cotton-padded clothes. What wasn't noticeable in the summer became apparent with the onset of winter, revealing one's household circumstances. Quite a few people had patches of similar colors sewn onto their cotton clothes, with only a few donning light fur coats or warm cloaks.
At this moment, Pei Ye had dismissed the coachman and was driving the horse himself, recognizing many familiar faces. By now, he clearly understood the most common gathering spots along the way: waterside pavilions by the lake, Lake Heart Pavilion, and the small maple forest, which were often bustling with people discussing books and reasoning.
