After leaving the Eastern Palace with Hua Yan, Su Zizhan did not immediately realize that someone was following them. Therefore, instead of leaving the city right away, he stopped on the rooftop of a long-abandoned and uninhabited courtyard house in the backstreet of the Eastern Palace.
The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and grass sprouted on the rooftop as well.
Hua Yan looked around and, raising an eyebrow, laughed and asked, "Didn't you say we were going to Qingshui Temple on Banbi Mountain? Why have we stopped here? You're not planning to have me sit on this broken rooftop with you, are we, and drink this fine jar of liquor facing a courtyard full of weeds?"
"What's the hurry? Without making arrangements, how can I spend the night drinking with you properly? Yun Chi is certainly no vegetarian. Just because no one has followed us now doesn't mean they won't later," Su Zizhan explained, waving his hand. "Qing Hun!"
"My lord!" A figure quietly landed in the courtyard.