Qian Yuan laughed contentedly, "Even he wouldn't have the guts to play tricks on me, haha."
The little maid massaging his legs seemed to be angling for favor and smiled coquettishly, "Master is always thinking of that Qinghe, never sparing a thought for us, hmm?"
Qian Yuan, clearly irritated, kicked her away, "Get lost; vulgar, garish goods like you will never catch my eye."
Not daring to complain, the little maid knelt on the ground, her face a picture of timorous fear.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before a servant came to report that Qiao Yuanzhen had arrived with Li Qinghe!
"Qinghe, the poetry contest is upstairs in the Moon Pavilion. Shall we rest a while in a private room first?"
It was Qinghe's first time in such a lavish establishment and she was somewhat dazed, "Qiao Yuanzhen, this place is so luxurious, won't it cost a lot of money?"
