As the deep night fell, the chirping of cicadas faded away.
The previous night, soft rustling sounds had drifted from Anle Palace from time to time, but by morning, everything had returned to normal.
It was now the autumn festival of Shuangjiu, and the palace was gradually growing lively. On the streets of Bianjing, households exchanged festival pastries and wine. Imperial relatives and wealthy families would chop pork, mutton, kidneys, milk glands, and lungs into dice-sized pieces, season them, and serve them over rice—a dish known as festival rice.
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