The next day, before dawn broke, the young dandies once again gathered at Marquis Duanjing's residence, knocking loudly on the grand entrance early on.
The gatekeeper opened the door and jumped in fright, "Young masters, what are you doing..."
Cheng Chu took the lead, with a chuckling laugh, "Last night was dark, and the lights dim, none of us saw the Sweat-Blood Precious Horse clearly. We've come especially early today to have a look."
The gatekeeper stuttered and opened the door wider.
The dandies rushed in, dozens strong, and headed straight for the Marquis Duanjing's stable.
The butler hurried out only to miss the sight of the crowd of dandies. He reasonably suspected that this group hadn't slept at all since returning home the night before.
When Yan Qing awoke, the sky was already bright. He raised his arm habitually to rub his eyes, only to be reminded by a piercing pain of the wound on his arm.
Duanyang called from outside, "Young Marquis, are you awake?"
