There were the dull pops of fire crackers, then cheers, and shouts from nearby thousands of revellers.
The Bai Clan's party had carried through the night and into the morning, yet their courtyards were still full of guests.
But in a serene courtyard, the young master of the Clan was still sleeping.
"Young Master, wake up!"
Luo Qing said.
Still there was no response from Bai Zihan.
Having no choice, Luo Qing decided to enter Bai Zihan's room.
The door opened, and a pair of soft feet took the floor as Luo Qing entered quietly.
Luo Qing nudged Bai Zihan gently.
"Good morning! Young Master, wake up!"
Luo Qing repeated.
"Ugh! What is it, Luo Qing?"
A groan came from the bed. Bai Zihan inquired with his eyes closed.
"Young Master, your father is looking for you!"
Luo Qing said.
Bai Zihan turned over lazily under the silk covers, rubbing his eyes.
He sat up, the tangle of his hair tumbling over his forehead into eyes that yawned wide.
"What does that old man want now?"
