As the lanterns lit up, the Imperial Capital was shrouded in the neon glow of the night.

The Wanchun Courtyard, next to the Fengyue Pavilion, was bustling and lively, a place once filled with the songs of orioles and swallows, with red sleeves waving in the air.

Until the Fengyue Pavilion became the property of a certain Li Mo.

"Hey, after we drink, let's head to the Fengyue Pavilion for another round, to shake off the fatigue."