"Three days until the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Yang Yi put down his book when he heard this, "That's right, today is the twelfth of August, exactly the anniversary of the deaths of Hu Yi and his son."
He Zhao silently recited: "Indeed."
Yang Yi's gaze darkened: "Go prepare some incense, candles, and paper money. Tonight we'll visit their graves to pay our respects."
He Zhao acknowledged the order and left the room.
Fu Zhen had just arrived at the courtyard gate and happened to encounter He Zhao coming out of the courtyard.
"Guard He."
He Zhao bowed deeply: "General's wife."
Fu Zhen smiled and said: "I wish to see the teacher, is he in the courtyard?"
He Zhao quickly replied: "The teacher is inside reading a book, allow me to inform him of your visit."
After speaking, he turned back and pushed open the door, addressing Yang Yi who was sitting by the window: "Master, the General's wife is here."
