At 3 AM, it hadn't yet dawned.
Before even the crowing of roosters commenced, the maids of Qunfang Garden were already chirping and giggling as they stepped out the door.
The Chen Mansion belonged to an official's family, and the old master, Chen Liqin, had to leave for the government office at 5 AM before dawn, so the maids had no choice but to rise even earlier to boil water, sweep, and cook.
Hearing the bustling of the maids, Ji's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he turned over to continue sleeping.
In the brief moment of turning over, Wu Yun fell off his chest. It quietly climbed back onto Ji, stuffed its paws under its body, and closed its eyes.
The Silver Silk Charcoal in the brazier had burned to white, only a gentle warmth slowly radiating, peaceful and quiet.
"Thud, thud, thud."
The sound of knocking came.
Ji sat up with some resignation, "Who is it?"
