"The gentleman is drinking with Seventh Master and Mr. Luo at the Luo residence." Little Fatty was very pleased to see that his young master had finally realized the seriousness of the situation. "Young master, how about we invite the gentleman to our residence to spend New Year's Eve with us? What do you think?"

Huo Baichuan rolled his eyes at him and closed his eyes to rest.

Just when Little Fatty thought the young master wouldn't reply, Huo Baichuan suddenly said lazily, "The palace is heavily guarded. It's not even possible for Xia Guang to sneak into the palace. How did Hu Yichen get in?"

Upon hearing this, the room fell silent. Little Fatty felt a chill run down his spine. If someone had been protecting Hu Yichen all along, who was that person? How could they have escaped his notice?

"Heh, interesting." Huo Baichuan said, then instructed Little Fatty, "Is Madam still in such good health?"

"He has great energy every day." He dared not say the second half of the sentence, but he did have great energy every day to insult Aunt Dan and you.

"Madam has a fiery temper, we need to cool her down. We still need to go back to Bianzhou for the Lantern Festival." He seemed to be talking to himself, but Little Fatty was secretly pleased. Madam was finally going to be in trouble. But that wasn't the point, Young Master. He had no idea what his young master was up to.

At Shenshi (3-5 PM), Zhao Shu did not enter Fengxin Palace. Instead, she stood guard in front of the palace gate, waiting quietly, wishing that time would pass too slowly, each second feeling like an eternity.

Sun Yun played his zither for an hour straight inside the hall, without stopping.

The entire palace seemed to have fallen into another dimension, with only the sound of howling wind and the faint sound of a zither; there was nothing else.

It was terribly monotonous. Xiao Zhuzi, holding a stack of letters that Xia Guang had given him, came to Zhao Shu and said, "Princess, these are from Master Xia."