The banquet ended.
Song Youcai was in a foul mood. Ignoring his colleagues' urgings not to "let a good bird fly the coop," he decided against spending the night at Qunfang Garden.
He stumbled his way home. The wind along the way had sobered him up considerably.
BANG! BANG! BANG! He leaned against the door, grabbed the knocker, and shouted, "Open up for your master, quickly!"
"Coming, coming." The gatekeeper opened the door and reached out to support the reeking Song Youcai. "Careful, my lord."
"Get off me." Song Youcai shoved the gatekeeper away, then waved off a maid who came to help him. He walked into his bedroom alone and, without lighting a lamp, made a beeline for the bed from memory, collapsing onto it and falling fast asleep.
Drinking too much inevitably leads to a full bladder.
In the middle of the night, Song Youcai was woken by the pressing need to urinate.
