Dream of the Red Chamber: The Grand View Garden

Account books are spread out, with monthly allowances, duties, old precedents, and the dignity of each room pressing onto Tanchun's desk. You originally came only to watch the spectacle, but were dragged into the situation by the question of 'whether to prioritize dignity or cut deficits first.' Phoenix watches with a smile, Baochai whispers a reminder, and what is truly hard to calculate is never the silver.

The lights in Happy Red Court still shine on the usual laughter and scolding, but the wind in the garden has already changed. Lost items, embroidered bags, messages, and suspicion press closer layer by layer. Qingwen holds her head high, refusing to bow, while Xiren advises you not to add to the chaos. If no one moves tonight, tomorrow those pushed to the风口 may not be just one person.

Rain taps on bamboo leaves; the light in Xiaoxiang Lodge is as thin as an unspoken word. The poetry drafts on Daiyu's desk are blurred by water stains, while rumors about marriage and elders' plans grow closer outside. If you continue to cover it with jokes, tonight might still be lighter; if you truly ask for clarity, many things will become impossible to turn back.