Xining's domain was vast and sparsely populated, and after chasing throughout the afternoon until dusk, they finally saw a sizable village.
The soldiers dressed as a trade caravan showed puzzled looks, with one remarking, "The place ahead looks like an ordinary village, could it be related to the bandits?"
Another said, "It's dark yet still so lively, quite rare indeed. Ordinary folks should be resting after laboring during the day. They wouldn't usually be so cheerful this late at night. Could it be those people?"
"There are no stockades nearby; it's very likely. General, why not let me go and inquire?"
The young man waved his hand, his eyes ablaze with crimson, and said, "No need. If you go, you'd only scare them off. This is the place, no mistake."
Gazing from afar, red lanterns and people's cheers signaled a wedding. But who would get married in the middle of the night? The auspicious time is usually at noon, so there is no doubt, this is the place.
