The young Confucian Scholar, who had been hurried along by a blue-clothed girl saying 'hurry up', scurried off to fetch a cushion for her.
By the time he returned, he saw that the table in the hall had already become quite lively:
Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin, Jia Tengying, and others had already risen to greet them, as Qing Jun, leading little Qian'er, was elegantly serving the dishes.
A group of people seemed to have just exchanged a few words, already laughing and talking.
Zhao Lingfei's demeanor was graceful, her slightly made-up beautiful face was white as snow with a charming flush, looking very well-nourished recently, though probably only the 'culprit' knew this... Ah, the mischief-loving Qian'er might have noticed it too.
