Huang Xiaolong narrowed his eyes, looking at the extremely beautiful and stunning Ghost King, and chuckled. "I've known all about you! You are Du Shiniang."
"Ah? Du Shiniang? Little Long, this... this Ghost King on the painted pleasure boat... is actually... actually the one sung about in the songs... that 'Du Shiniang'..." Ma Chuxia said with a look of astonishment.
The Ghost King's delicate body shivered, looking at Huang Xiaolong in a daze, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and sadness. She murmured, "I never thought that there would still be someone... someone who knows... knows me..."
Indeed, Huang Xiaolong had guessed the Ghost King's identity correctly. One could say that he had hit the nail on the head.
