Ning Que was telling the truth. He had indeed taken Sangsang to the House of Red Sleeves except he did not stay with Dewdrop, nor peek at those new girls, but went straight to the top floor and entered Mistress Jian's room. He rolled up his sleeves, starting to enjoy the mutton giblets soup.
The soup was served in an earthen pot with delicate instruments. There were dozens of snacks matching the hot air, creating a pleasant atmosphere evoking the spirit of the Winter Solstice Festival.
Ning Que took a piece of lamb tripe and dipped it into the garlic sauce, putting it into his mouth and chewed with a sip of Nine-river double-distilled wine. He frowned immediately like he was in a great trouble.
Mistress Jian took the towel from Xiaocao, wiped the sweat and said, "So here are the words from the Empress, she wants you to do nothing today. For that, she would give you anything you want and of course, she apologized again for Xia Hou."
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