"When the moon reached its peak, the clouds turn red." A singer sang in a high-pitched voice as she sat in the center of the stage. "The wind weeps, stars become dim, the night goes darker." She plucked the strings of her liuqin and raised her head to look at the audience. The dancers behind her are waving their sleeves, their body swaying, while the light above them became darker to emphasize the lyrics of the song.
Some of the people in the inn, their attention was caught because of the melodious voice and the clear sound of the strings.
"The kingdom mourns, the queen is dead. And the king rages." She continued as she lowered her head, her voice becoming low, her tone sounds like she was mourning. "The wind becomes cold, the night became long, the dawn is naught."
Cheng Sheng and Fei Yin sat on one of the tables and listened on the song.
