Lounging in the main hall, Zheng Xiu clapped his hands and gave an order. Before long, Zizi, Pingping, Lily, and Bobo appeared before him, dressed in luxurious silk robes, their expressions calm.
A plainly dressed maidservant brought hot tea.
A moment later, Yin Qingqing arrived, her expression also calm. She wore a thin blouse, through which a bright red bodice was faintly visible.
Zheng Xiu looked at Zizi. He knew this girl was the most mischievous of the bunch; he certainly hadn't asked Yin Qingqing to dress like this. Sure enough, Zizi gave a wicked smile, then asked in a soft, cloying voice, "Master, what song would you like to hear?"
"It doesn't matter. You can sing whatever you like. Qingqing, you will dance."
"Right away!"
Zizi agreed readily. Her ten fingers glowed with a white light as they flashed across the zither strings, plucking out a few crisp notes. DING DING DONG DONG.
