Song Jiyun was still a bit dazed when she received Li Zixiu's invitation.
She flipped through the invitation with her hands.
The cover was a brilliant red adorned with gold-threaded hollowed-out patterns; the inner note was pale green and scented with jasmine; and the characters were written in Pine Soot Ink, in a Yan Style that was full and dignified. The whole invitation was luxurious yet unpretentiously elegant, like an artwork.
It was apparent that some thought had been put into it.
"What does he want from me?" Song Jiyun said, "It kind of feels like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken!"
Zhou Zheng couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Who describes themselves like that? If Boss Li has anything in mind, it's more like a drunk man interested in more than just the wine!"
"Whatever!" Song Jiyun tossed the invitation aside and said, "You go on my behalf! I need to study Alum-Red. I believe Prince Huai's Mansion wants us to help them make a batch of Jihong Porcelain."
