The dinner was simple, held right in Tang Buqi’s waterside pavilion. They had not gone to any sort of “nice place” as Tang Buqi had initially said, but Zhao Changhe felt that this was the nicest place they could have gone.0

Tang Buqi had a large courtyard all to himself. The pavilion they were in was built on top of water and there was a winding wooden bridge that led to it. It was clean and elegant, and the sound of water flowing could be heard from all directions, along with the faint sound of woodwind instruments. When Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt as if were seeing the Water Pavilion of Still Reminiscence[1] from his dreams come to life before his very eyes.0

I really was asking around like a lost donkey, huh? I even asked if there was a Murong Clan of Gusu, but it turns out, Yanziwu was yours[2] this whole time.2

The maid led him to the pavilion and made a slight bow. “I will now be taking my leave.”0

“Hey, hey, hey!” Zhao Changhe pulled his gaze away from admiring the scenery and called her back with a smile. “Your young master invited a guest to dinner, aren’t...0