The separate courtyard in the mansion further away was much more lively compared to the silent, cold, even a bit desolate pill room.
Dozens of lanterns covered with thin gauze were lit simultaneously, illuminating the entire courtyard brightly. Passersby came and went, all with congratulatory voices. Maidservants wearing riding skirts carried fine wines and dishes back and forth, with a light fragrance lingering as they walked, making people feel a bit dazzled and warm.
All the retainers in the mansion of the Second Prince were present here.
Seated on the main seat with a dignified posture was a burly man, over eight feet tall, with light brown whiskers on both sides of his temples. His eyes were like those of a tiger, and his hair slightly stood out. His face showed faint signs of wind and frost, but at this moment, he was quite spirited and invigorated.
