This back-and-forth has taken us nearly until midnight.
Song Hong, having finished hosting guests today and received the Emperor's reward, felt relieved that a matter weighing on his mind finally settled today. Feeling slightly tipsy, he lay down after washing up, only to be hurriedly shaken awake from a deep sleep: "Master, Eldest Master Yin is seeking you at this late hour."
His head still drowsy and heavy, he sat up on the bed, yet still not fully awake, "Who? Who dares disturb one's slumber at this hour of night?"
Song Wu handed Song Hong a cup of warm tea, observing as Song Hong drank it and his eyes became clearer, then said, "It's Eldest Master Yin. He's come from the Wang Family, drenched. In such cold weather, he's chilled to the bone, his face turning blue. Understanding it isn't right for him to wait outside, we've brought him to the western wing to wait."
"Eldest Master Yin said that he must see you today. He has something important to discuss—"
