The nighttime at Weiyang Lake was exceptionally lively.
The lake surface was brightly lit, with the sounds of silk instruments and singing and dancing lingering in the air, and the occasional burst of laughter carried by the night breeze. Glancing over, it was not difficult to glimpse a scene of decadence and luxury.
Under the bright moonlight, countless painted boats were drifting slowly downstream, forming a long dragon coiling in the middle of the lake.
The sound of oars stirring brought up a string of pearls, and inadvertently, shattered the reflection of the moonlight on the water.
"Miss, is it really okay for us to do this?" Yun Zhi, looking conflicted, pulled herself into a ball to fend off the chill from all sides.
Munching leisurely on hot, sugar-glazed chestnuts, Mingshu glanced at her with a look of utter contentment, "What's wrong with it? We're not stealing or robbing; who dares to say anything?"
