On days like the Double Seventh Festival, the common people would hang their festoons and lanterns in the hopes that their sons and daughters would find a good relationship during this festival.
Xue Lu received so many invitations from noblemen, but she didn't care to look at those boring letters that had piled up into a mountain on her desk.
Those of whom had asked her out were nothing more than ordinary noblemen with no notable achievements.
There was no need for her to pay any heed to them.
"Young Lady, are you planning to stay in the mansion again during this year's Double Seventh Festival?" Li Ya, Xue Lu's close maidservant, asked, "Do you not want to go anywhere?"
Li Ya sometimes felt that the young lady she was serving was just like a Goddess of the Nine Heavens, only drinking the sweetest morning dew of budding flowers, playing the zither in the courtyard, enjoying herself with a board game of chess, twirling away in a dance, and losing herself in story books.
