On a rainy night, the river surface was tranquil and serene.
Outside the painted boat, four or five party boats were brightly lit, circling around Zhu Pingniang's large vessel. The lively young women ran about inside, clinking glasses and laughing joyously.
Soon after, when Ah Qing led the girl in yellow to the banquet and sat in a corner, she was thinking about the upcoming sword dance.
Performing in front of the young master, of course, she had to do her best.
She paid no attention to her surroundings, or rather, even if she did, it was of no use. Shi Qingjun's presence was well concealed, and in Ah Qing's current state, she couldn't perceive his presence at all.
Instead, the girl in yellow glanced again at the woman in the distance with several red strips on her face.
She looked rather unfamiliar.
"What are you looking at?" Ah Qing asked casually after sitting down.
