White dew stains the autumn landscape; withered flowers fall by the western bridge. Even the rabbits, bothered by the damp chill, have retreated beneath the eaves to nibble on grass.
The seventh lunar month is approaching, the time of the Qiqiao Festival. Noble ladies in the capital are busy preparing to worship the Weaver Girl, while the men are occupied with slaughtering dogs to honor the Kui Star—the deity of literature who presides over examination success.
Tingwu has not been idle. The autumn days are cold and rainy; the clothes and books he laid out to dry when the weather cleared yesterday have grown damp again. If one isn't careful, they will mildew and attract insects. Since Prince Ji dislikes others touching his belongings, Tingwu is left to handle these chores himself, without complaint.
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