Dong dong dong.
The drums beat thunderously.
The dragon boat race began, and people on both sides of the river erupted into enthusiastic cheers and screams.
Even the madams and young ladies of noble families couldn't mind their shyness, looking down altogether, oh my, those little calves are really something.
"Go, Song Xiao'er!"
Song Ci stood up and shouted with vigor.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
All eyes shot toward Song Ci like arrows.
Song Ci: "..."
Such intense attention, like the scorching sun, was unbearable for the old me.
She was pressed back into her seat by her nanny and picked up her fan to wave it slowly, pretending to be solemn and composed.
Not far away, Madam Dingguo covered her face with a fan, laughing as she said to the nanny beside her, "That Old Madam Song never seemed so amusing before, but now she's quite the playful old rascal."
