The fragrance courtyard, Banxi Pavillion. Minutes after Liqiu was done with her performance.
Liqiu was numb to the cheers of the audience as she stepped down from the stage. Xiaolian took the sword from her and placed them inside the box.
Xiaolian carried the box as she followed Liqiu back to their room. Liqiu stiffened as her eyes met the dull gaze of Prince consort Zhuo. She pressed her nails into the tips of her finger until it drew blood.
Liqiu had reduced her pace so suddenly that Xiaolian nearly walked into her back. She held back before her nose hit Liqiu's back. Xiaolian gasped and glared up at the back of Liqiu's head.
"That was close. Why did you stop so suddenly, Liqiu," Xiaolian whispered rubbing the bridge of her nose. She frowned and looked ahead when there was no response from Liqiu.
