Wei Ting stopped in his tracks at the sound.
Madam Wei's cane struck the ground with a thud.
In a powerful voice, she said, "Are you going to see Princess Wei now? Have you looked at the time? It's the middle of the night!"
Wei Ting glanced at the moon hanging in the sky.
He replied nonchalantly, "Young people still have energy at this hour. Grandmother, you should get some rest."
A servant boy at the door respectfully relayed a message, "Princess Wei has already retired for the night. She said she will return to the palace tomorrow after lunch."
Wei Ting drew out a long "Ohhh," then said, "Then I'll go see her tomorrow."
Only after watching her troublesome grandson return to his own room did Madam Wei finally go to rest.
Once inside, Wei Ting dismissed the servants.
When he looked up again, his eyes held not a trace of drunken haze.
His mind perfectly clear, he sat down and gazed at the thousand-year-old orchid in his hand, fiddling with its petals with his finger.
