Speaking of the literary gathering at the Zheng Mansion, all three sons of the Pei Family received invitations.
The first son, with children, is not interested in such banquets and declined.
The third son, loving lively events, will naturally attend.
Only Heir Pei, often busy with affairs and seldom at home, has not had the time to pay attention to these matters.
On this day, Pei Yuan, after paying respects to the old lady, passed by the pavilion under the moonlight and saw his second brother sitting there drinking tea, which piqued his curiosity.
"It's rare to see you home today, Second Brother."
Pei Ji'an chuckled softly, "One must occasionally live for oneself and steal half a day's leisure. Please sit, Elder Brother."
Pei Yuan lifted the hem of his robe and sat down, "I coincidentally wanted to ask you something."
"Please go ahead, Elder Brother."
"The Zheng Mansion's literary gathering is upcoming. Will you attend, Second Brother?"
