Lately, Di Rong had rarely gone out to cause trouble. It wasn't because he had turned over a new leaf, but mainly because he couldn't stand the god-awful weather here.
On top of that, Yeyang was such a poor county town that there was nothing to catch his eye. Once the initial novelty wore off, all that remained was utter disdain, and his only thought was of returning to the capital.
After Di Yue left, no more letters came from the capital, let alone anyone sent to retrieve him. It was almost December, and seeing that he would really have to spend the New Year in the Northern Pass, he was starting to feel truly anxious.
He went to throw tantrums before his two maternal grandfathers, but all he got in return were perfunctory replies, or else they would put on a stern face and threaten to send him south.
