Wang Yizhi stood aside and laughed lightly, "How is your gift preparation going? You just promised Miss Nian Nian to give her a gift."
Chu Yu calmly pulled out a jade hairpin from her sleeve, shook it in front of Wang Yizhi, and smiled, "Isn't it right here?" She carried items like jade and golden hairpins on her person to use for self-defense or to hand out as "modest gifts" when needed.
Those attending today's gathering were all wealthy, and the gifts they presented were bound to be extravagant. Chu Yu's jade hairpin seemed rather modest in comparison, but she had no more suitable gift at hand; she didn't expect Miss Nian Nian to choose her anyway, so modest it would have to be.
When she returned to the hall, Zhong Niannian was singing a song, playing the zither while slowly singing:
"...
Migratory birds fly over the West Continent, seeking my beloved in the brothel.
The high stories are out of sight, all day by the railing I stand.
