The lively night passed. Xu Changqing, who had left in the middle of it all, had no idea what time the party finally broke up. As soon as she returned to her room, she had entered Changqing Garden.
Although she could hear the commotion from the main room, which wasn't far away, she deliberately tuned it out. Besides, with her mind completely focused on harvesting cotton, she didn't pay it any more attention.
In the end, even Shen Weimin didn't knock on her door to come in and rest that night. According to Ninth Aunt, he and the whole group had decamped to the courtyard across the way in the middle of the night.
It was understandable. The next day was Sunday, and after finally getting everyone together, they were like birds freed from a cage, frolicking about as they pleased.
Autumn had arrived. Could winter be far behind?
