Afternoon,
Instead of going to the racecourse or the back garden, they went to a place called Welcoming Spring Pavilion, spending the afternoon drinking sweet wine.
Ji Chengjue summoned nine ladies,
two stayed with Zheng Fan, three danced, and the other two sang songs.
But they kept things innocent, at most taking small liberties, but none actually went into the inner room to use the fragrance bed.
By dusk,
The two emerged somewhat drunk.
Ji Chengjue patted Lord Zheng on the shoulder, asking:
"How was it?"
"Next time, let's not come to such places; if word gets out, it could affect our reputation."
"Burdened by fame? If they knew you were the renowned Lord Pingye, they'd surely offer themselves to you."
"If they knew you were a prince, they'd go even crazier."
"I must go see my third brother; look, it's getting late, if I delay further I might not make it."
"You go ahead, I won't be coming."
At this point,
A man dressed in black stood by Master Zhang's carriage.
