Thinking carefully, it seems that I haven't seen the lovely maiden for more than three months. Clearly, we're both at Ye Mansion, yet she always finds a way to avoid coming out.
Dusk is approaching, and the moon rises at the treetops.
In the hall of the Ye Mansion, various dishes are being served on the large round table inlaid with redwood and mother of pearl.
Halfway through the meal, Xun Yin egged Shen Chen to drink, persuading, "Xiao Chen, I know you never drink, but you're not that young anymore. In an ordinary family, at your age, one would be considering taking in a concubine."
He had already had several cups of yellow wine, his face flushed red, no longer maintaining his usual scholarly appearance.
Beside him, Ye Yuan advised, "Senior brother, watch yourself, don't drink too much."
Unexpectedly.
