Li Shamao Alley, Chunfeng Courtyard.
The young man leaned against the window yawning, waiting from 5 p.m. to 9 to 11 p.m., bored to the extreme.
He sighed and said, "You shouldn't have driven the girls from Chunfeng Courtyard away. It would have been nice to let them stay and sing a little tune."
Zhou Kuang sat beside him, eyes also lifeless: "Master, if we keep them here and they find out your identity and talk nonsense, am I supposed to silence them? It's been five days now; you missed Lord Wu from the Ministry of Rites' invitation, and you missed Lord Zhang from the Ministry of Personnel's invitation, how many things have been delayed just to watch this show? If they don't come today, let's not come again."
The young man chuckled: "You fool, what do I need to meet so many ministry officials for? It only invites suspicion. Don't worry, that group of people will certainly come."
Zhou Kuang looked up: "When will they come?"
