Late at night.
In the depths of Chen Mansion, laughter, music, and the singing of songstresses could still be heard.
Close officials of Chen Liqin didn't wait for the banquet three days later; they came bearing gifts with servants in tow, trampling over the threshold of Chen Mansion.
However, the liveliness of Chen Mansion had nothing to do with Mingquan Garden.
At this moment, Chen Ji lay on his step bed in Mingquan Garden, staring blankly at the canopy above him. Wu Yun lay beside him, lost in a daze together.
The bed was triple-layered. The bottom layer, a mattress made of woven palm leaves, prevented dampness, the middle comprised freshly fluffed cotton, and the top was a silk sheet.
The bed was soft, far superior to the shared bedding in the apprentice quarters. There were no stinking feet, no snoring sounds, yet Chen Ji just couldn't fall asleep.
He always felt there were many things to take care of before leaving Luocheng City but couldn't sort out his thoughts.
