Having confirmed that all four are dual-layer paintings, Emperor Guangxi had Song Wei sent back.
Zhao Xi returned to Yutang Palace and saw the side hall brightly lit. He went over and stood by the door, surprisingly finding that Song Yuanbao had already returned.
"Tonight is New Year's Eve, shouldn't you be celebrating at home?" Zhao Xi asked.
Song Yuanbao had brought many things and was tidying them up with his head lowered. He replied offhandedly, "On such a big occasion, my father was summoned to the palace. My mother was worried something might happen in the palace, so she had me come back early."
As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the food box on the table, "I brought you some food, would you like some?"
Zhao Xi shook his head, "I've already had dinner."
Song Yuanbao raised an eyebrow, "It's all hometown dishes from Ningzhou, not available in the Capital. If you're not used to them, you can at least try the dumplings, we made them ourselves."
