As the boat slowly came closer, the sound of the qin stopped and the green yarn slowly opened. Liu Yiyi stepped out wearing a white silk coat that emphasized her small waist and a long silk skirt with a white soft smoke pattern. Both the cuffs and the skirt were embroidered with bright yellow silk thread that complemented the goose yellow muslin on her arm. She walked gently and delicately as if she was treading on a glass, her steps crossing like a cat.
Little Jing's boat was positioned perfectly in front of the water stage so Ye Jiayao was able to see Liu Yiyi clearly.
She was really a beauty. Her dark hair framed her face her seductive eyes in a way that accentuated them even more. Ye Jiayao could totally see what Zhao Qixuan was saying about the courtesan's high quality.
"She is beautiful but she still can't compare with Susu," Zhao Qixuan exclaimed.
"She is beautiful but she cannot compare with... someone," Little Jing repeated.
