On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, the Prefectural Governor's Office was closed, and Yan Zhigao received an invitation from the Zhou Family's patriarch to climb Wuhua Mountain and admire the chrysanthemums, which was the perfect opportunity to take Daohua and Zhou Jingwan along.
Early in the morning, Madam Li started preparing.
She knew that scholars liked to recite poetry while enjoying a drink during outings, and her daughter's homemade chrysanthemum wine was perfect for a day like today.
It tasted good, wasn't too strong, and was in keeping with the season.
Once she had everything ready and returned to the main room, she saw Yan Wenbin and Yan Yishuang standing there with bowed heads, while the master had a headache.
Seeing this, a flash of understanding crossed Madam Li's eyes, and she walked in with a smile.
"Paying respects to mother!"
On seeing Madam Li come in, Yan Wenbin quickly pulled Yan Yishuang to give their salutations.