Li Zhaowen walked briskly, alone through the alleys of Chen Country, softly humming the tune of a poem that a young man had just sung, moving forward as the moonlight and starlight were gradually overtaken by the bright lights ahead.
Li Zhaowen stopped, still standing in the shadows.
She reached out to straighten her clothes and collar, her smiling face turning back to the composed demeanor of a noble from the aristocratic family, opening her folding fan, which showed a famous landscape painting on the front and four ink characters on the back, and calmly walked back to her residence.
"Mr. Yuwen is back!"
The attendants were already approaching, and Li Zhaowen tossed her folding fan to them, washed her hands in a golden basin brought forward, and after everyone had left, she went to meet her father before finally returning to her own courtyard. Changsun Wu Gou helped her remove her outer robe, and then she bathed and changed into fresh clothes.