The capital of the Zhou Dynasty was filled with indescribable liveliness as soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived.
The sweet fragrance of mooncakes wafts all over the streets and alleys. Osmanthus cakes, sugar cakes, and candied fruits are placed all over the streets. The sellers carrying burdens shake rattles and shouts that can be heard for half the street. Large families are even more particular. They hang lanterns, hold family banquets, and worship the moon. The whole family gathers together, talking and laughing. The feeling of reunion can warm people's hearts.
As one of the most prominent aristocratic families in the capital, the He Mansion was naturally even more pompous.
The main courtyard of He Mansion has been neatly tidied up early. Osmanthus lanterns embroidered with gold were hung on the vermilion pillars, and the glazed lamps in the corridor were brightly lit, so that even the dust in the cracks of the bricks could be seen clearly. The round table was covered with a tablecloth embroidered with red peonies, and there was a table full of delicacies - crystal elbows, sweet and sour carp, honey lotus root water chestnuts, eight-treasure duck, and plates of mooncakes with exquisite ingredients, such as date paste, bean paste, five kernels, and lotus paste.
Sitting on the main seat was He Hongwen, the master of the He Mansion. He was wearing a brocade robe with dark patterns and a majestic face. He was holding a teacup in his hand and would say a few words to his aunt, Mrs. Wang, beside him from time to time. Mrs. Wang was dressed in silk and satin, with a gold hairpin in her hair, and a dignified and loving smile on her face. She looked at her legitimate son He Rong, legitimate daughters He Qingyue and He Qingyao at the table, her eyes filled with uncontrollable preference.
