Shanyang Prefecture City.
Amidst the sounds of string and wind instruments, the intoxicating scent of rouge and powder filled the air.
Jade Spring House, a private room on the second floor.
"The autumn air is crisp and refreshing. A pity it isn't raining. If only a shower would fall in this weather, it would be perfect. It would suit the mood, the scenery, and inspire poetry."
Liu Chuanzhi stood up and leaned against the railing, taking in the surrounding view.
Then, he turned to look at the other scholars in long gowns seated at his table.
In the days since he arrived in the Prefecture City, by leveraging his connections and his willingness to spend silver, Liu Chuanzhi had finally managed to connect with the Bai Family.
Today, he was here to host a banquet for the Bai Family's young master, Bai Xingqiu.
However, the guest of honor had not yet arrived.
