The stage on the water was a blur of light and shadow, crooning and chanting.
The commotion stirred up ripples in the Great Marsh, as several pairs of eyes surfaced and stared intently.
Liang Qu steadied himself on the armrest of his chair and looked around, first left, then right.
The villagers munched on melon seeds and beans, crowding at the bow of the boat with simple joy, their attention fully on the stage, unconcerned with him.
It made sense, after all, Liang Qu had attended the Academy for almost a year. If he couldn't understand it, why would ordinary folk?
They couldn't understand it either.
Especially the new play.
The principle is like many people listening to a pop idol's new song without lyrics; most can't discern the words the first couple of times and only get a sense of the emotion.
All these people were mainly there for the spectacle, the novelty—they had no idea the very characters on stage were seated right below them.
