At Penglai Pavilion, the singing and dancing continued, with three noble ladies taking the stage this time—one played the pipa, another played the flute, and another sang lightly and danced gracefully.
In the midst, a few figures resembling princes arrived, and were sternly scolded by the Western Chu Emperor, his beard blowing in his anger.
Seeing this, Qi Yue began to understand.
"It seems this is a matchmaking event!"
It turns out the dancers at the beginning were just an appetizer, and the real focus was these noble ladies.
Was it to find partners for the princes?
"Master, it looks like it won't end any time soon. Should we do something else?" Qingzhu asked, his usually serious face betraying a hint of eagerness.
Qi Yue was somewhat surprised.
Since their meeting, this guy had been as expressive as a block of wood, but now he actually had his own ideas.
"What do you want to do?"
A gleam flashed in Qingzhu's eyes.