Jinghan City was ablaze with lanterns, the sound of human voices rising in a boisterous roar.
Even though it was already past midnight, the city remained exceedingly lively. Many young ladies of noble houses and little children had been urged by their families to return home, but the young gallants, wastrels, and various wandering martial artists were only just beginning their cozy, unrestrained nocturnal lives.
Little Qianjun, Ning Xiaozhi, and Yu Xishu had not yet had enough of playing and still wanted to go to Tingyun Teahouse—the largest in Jinghan City—to attend a poetry gathering co-hosted by prominent local families and several men of letters.
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