Ye Rong yawned and said lazily, "Stayed up the whole night yesterday for the vigil, I'm exhausted. Let's return to the city, I need a good rest, or else I'll have no energy."
No matter how unruly these few present were outside, they dared not defy ancestral customs at home. The vigil was something everyone had to observe.
When Ye Rong didn't speak, no one felt sleepy. Once he mentioned it, they all started yawning one after another, all claiming to be tired.
"Then let's go back." Song Yuanbao, holding a birdcage, looked utterly reluctant to part with it.
"Let's go, let's go, we'll come to play again another day." Ye Rong urged everyone, also telling them to watch their steps, not to tread on the petals, saying his elder brother cherished those flowers and would soon have the servants pick them up to use.
Zhao Xi, after mounting his horse, glanced towards Song Yuanbao, "When will you come tomorrow?"
