The night was deep, Xia Rongrong and her servant had already gone to bed, but the lamp in Lu Tong's room was still lit.
The small courtyard was silent, with only the chirping of insects from the dense bamboo and trees in the distance reaching one's ears. Yin Zheng sat beside the couch, leaning to one side, with the couch piled high with scrolls. Lu Tong sat at the desk, meticulously flipping through the books under the light.
In recent nights, Lu Tong had not been making medicine. As soon as it was time to light the lamps, he would be at the desk reading the scrolls, scarcely stopping day or night.
Yin Zheng yawned, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Lord Fan's cases in Yuan'an County are numerous and lengthy, each one more thrilling than the last; they're truly more exciting than storybooks."
Lu Tong turned a page, "Indeed, more exciting than storybooks."
