The city lights correspond to the stars, and there's someone keeping watch over the pavilion's lights.
At night, when all the pesky guests had gone, Li Hongjiu let loose a bit, sitting against the bookshelf with a book in one hand and a wine jar in the other. Occasionally, he'd take a swig, feeling very pleased.
Since the day he guided Dong Liangyu, the red-clothed woman had kept him well-supplied with wine. Of course, he hadn't lacked for it before either.
Footsteps approached; it was Dongliang Ying, carrying a tray, which held a night snack made by her elder sister.
It was at the behest of her father, who asked the older daughter to cook and the younger daughter to bring it to her master, requiring her to do so every night.
Now the second young lady, Dong Liangyu, could cultivate. This was no secret in the family. Considering that even the red-clothed woman and Fu Que were surprised, how could the family not view Li Hongjiu as a prodigy?
