Early on New Year's Day, Chunhui Hall where Song Ci resided was already filled with a crowd of people. First, the maids and servants from her courtyard came to pay their respects early, each receiving a New Year's tip, smiling so broadly their eyes nearly disappeared.
Following this, Song Zhiyuan and a few of his dutiful sons and daughters-in-law came with their children to pay their respects, exchanging New Year greetings with each other, making Chunhui Hall a picture of festivity.
Only Old Master Song felt a bit displeased. On New Year's Eve, he stubbornly insisted on spending the night at Chunhui Hall, but wasn't able to sleep in Song Ci's room, ending up in the west wing instead.
The dignified male head of the household, unable to sleep in the main room's bed, this was quite ridiculous.
But, no one cared about him.
