When Qiu Xue heard Qingchen speaking to her, the young lady's heart thumped wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
He… he spoke to me! Qiu Xue suddenly felt lightheaded, almost as if she were floating.
However, remembering she still had to dance, Qiu Xue composed herself, curtsied once more, and quickly hurried out of the hall to prepare. Obviously, one couldn't perform a dance wearing a thick, cotton-padded jacket!
In a short while, all the musical instruments for the accompaniment were brought into the main hall.
At this time, Concubine Mei, seated beside Chu Xiong in the place of honor, was faring no better. Her heart was also pounding relentlessly. Five years. She had finally seen her master again. He was even more composed and strikingly handsome than he had been five years ago.
His transcendent aura nearly made her lose her composure entirely, almost compelling her to walk straight down from the dais.
