The full moon hung high in the sky, and an hour later, Ren Anle glanced at Chang Liu Street, now scattered with dispersing crowds and fading lights, coughing awkwardly under Yuan Shu's mournful gaze.
"I heard from the dispersing crowd that the Crown Prince did not attend the poetry meeting today, so we're not actually late," Ren Anle explained.
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