Luo Zhen came and went as he pleased, leaving behind lingering echoes as his figure faded into the distance.
After the high-ranking Purple Mansion left, Wang Chen summoned He to clean up the aftermath and then went to bed himself, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
A dreamless night passed.
The next morning, he was awakened by the loud noise of gongs and drums coming from outside.
"Master, a lot of people have arrived outside,"
He reported with wide eyes to Wang Chen, "They have surrounded our house!"
Wang Chen was secretly perplexed.
On the first day of the lunar new year, in the freezing season, who would come to encircle the village head residence without better things to do?