"Qiuguan, get up. Yesterday, we didn't fully enjoy ourselves. How about going to Jadeite Pavilion again today? I heard Miss Xinyi has composed a new tune; we mustn't miss it."
A young scholar with a gentle demeanor and a pleasant smile had just descended the stairs when someone grabbed him.
Speaking of last night's experience at Jadeite Pavilion, the man had a peculiar look in his eyes, with saliva nearly dripping from his mouth, which he quickly wiped away while heartily persuading him.
"No, another day, another day, and I'll invite all the brothers to gather. Today, I truly can't free myself; my father is coming to Xingqing Prefecture. If he finds me not studying and indulging in pleasures all day, it would be hard to explain."
Even when declining an invitation from his classmates, Qiuguan's words were tactful and pleasant, logical and considerate, leaving no room for resentment.
