There were plenty of people at the Divine Capital Office to invite. The officials he knew at the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Works, and the Imperial Treasury all needed invitations, and he could not forget the senior officials he had met in the West Courtyard of the Imperial Prison.
By a rough count, the people he knew alone numbered over forty, not even counting Li Gangfeng's acquaintances.
Li Qingxian had never expected to meet so many people in just over a month.
Then he discussed it with his aunt and uncle and added Li Gangfeng's old friends, eventually drawing up a list of over sixty names, though probably not many would be able to come.
By the time they finished the list, it was nearly midnight.
"Qingxian, it's so late, and you've been busy all day. Don't go back to the yamen. Leave tomorrow morning after breakfast," Zhang Fang said.
Li Qingxian nodded. "All right."
"No one's lived at your house for ages, so stay here tonight. You and Lord Zhou can take the west room, and the four of us will take the east room," Zhang Fang said.
But Li Qingxian said, "He'd actually feel less comfortable staying in the main rooms. Let him have the east wing. He's one of us; he won't take offense. I'll do what I always did-the three of us children will sleep in the west room, and you two can keep the east room."
"No, no. How could we put a guest in the east wing? It's a mess," Zhang Fang said.
"Uncle Zhou, sorry you'll have to make do for a night," Li Qingxian said with a smile.
"I'll stay in the east wing," Zhou Hen said.
Zhang Fang could not win the argument against Li Qingxian, so everything remained