Xi Fuhong saw Xiao Qiyu suddenly jump up, causing Shi Cuiyan to fall completely onto the soft couch.
Xi Fuhong glanced at the two of them in a panic, then quickly said she was going back to her room and ran off like the wind.
“Miss Xiao, you must be able to play the qin.
Why not play a tune for us?” Shi Cuiyan half-lay on the soft couch, looking lazy but with a touch of cuteness that Xue Baihua’s allure lacked.
“Then I’ll do my best.” Xiao Qiyu picked up the long qin, and her slender, strong fingers began to pluck the strings.
Instantly, a tune full of melancholy flowed out, the lingering sound echoing, melodious and poignant.
This tune lacked the sorrow and depression of the famous courtesans on the painted boats, instead adding a touch of desolate sentiment.
Shi Cuiyan watched the beauty as if she were jade, the music enchanting her, leaving her entranced.
When the tune ended, Shi Cuiyan immediately sat up, clapping continuously, saying that Xiao Qiyu was too modest, as having such skill in playing the qin was rare.
Xiao Qiyu, hearing this, only responded with a gentle smile.
“It’s a pity that Miss Xiao became a Taoist nun.
If she were an ordinary woman, she could marry into a wealthy family and enjoy a life of luxury.” Shi Cuiyan looked at her with regret, thinking that such a graceful and generous woman shouldn’t be wandering in the Jianghu, but should marry a good husband and raise a few chubby children.
“Miss Shi is also a good girl,” Xiao Qiyu said, lowering her eyes.
“Hehe, thank you for the compliment,” Shi Cuiyan accepted the praise openly, her bright eyes turning as she flipped over to lie on the soft couch, propping her chin with her hands, looking at Xiao Qiyu.
“I heard that the disciples of Bi Xuan Palace are actively investigating various tombs.
Are they looking for the White Tiger Ring Head?”
“That’s right,” Xiao Qiyu admitted directly without avoiding the question.
“It’s really nerve-wracking,” Shi Cuiyan pouted.
“Are the ones looking for the ring head people or ghosts?”
“It’s my junior sister from the same sect,” Xiao Qiyu said softly, looking at her.
“What a pity, I really want to see the excellent skills of Bi Xuan Palace in summoning souls and controlling corpses,” Shi Cuiyan sighed.
She saw Xiao Qiyu pluck the qin strings a few more times, not forming a tune, just a few notes flying.
Shi Cuiyan suddenly leaned over to Xiao Qiyu’s leg, propping herself up to kneel close to Xiao Qiyu, the two of them very close, and the other did not dodge.
Shi Cuiyan squinted her eyes and smiled, “Why do I feel that Xi sister is very afraid of you?”
Xiao Qiyu looked back at her for a moment, then smiled gently, “It’s okay.”
The servant ran into the hall and said, with Xi Fuhong and Shi Cuiyan following behind.
“It’s so late, can’t people sleep?” Shi Cuiyan yawned and said groggily.
“I apologize for disturbing Miss Shi, but I only invited Miss Xi.
So why…” Xiao Qiyu looked at the departing servant and apologized to Shi Cuiyan with a clasped fist.
Seeing this, Shi Cuiyan hugged Xi Fuhong and laughed, “What can I do? Who told me to sleep with my dear sister?”
Luo Qingcheng frowned upon hearing this, her eyes coldly staring at Shi Cuiyan’s arm around Xi Fuhong, “Did senior brother neglect the guest? Didn’t give Miss Shi a room?”
“Well… Miss Shi isn’t used to the north wing room?” Chen Tanghe asked awkwardly.
“No, my dear sister said she’s afraid of ghosts and bad people, so she wanted me to accompany her to sleep.
Besides, I’m bored alone, and at night I can chat with my sister, so these days I’ve been sharing a bed with her.” Shi Cuiyan smiled like a little cat, ignoring Xi Fuhong’s struggle, holding her tighter, and provocatively hooking her gaze at Luo Qingcheng.
“Afraid of bad people too?” Luo Qingcheng’s eyes sharpened, stepping forward to grab Xi Fuhong’s wrist, “Let go.”
She glared at Shi Cuiyan, demanding her to release Xi Fuhong.
Shi Cuiyan pouted but stubbornly held onto Xi Fuhong, stepping back, causing a tug-of-war over Xi Fuhong in the hall.
Seeing this scene, Chen Tanghe frowned helplessly, coughing lightly to signal Xiao Qiyu to intervene.
“I wish to invite Miss Xi to accompany me to Huangcheng Hill to find the White Tiger Ring Head,” Xiao Qiyu said with a smile, stepping between the three.
“Why don’t you go find it yourselves? Why drag my dear sister along?” Shi Cuiyan reached out to push Luo Qingcheng away, but was instead pulled, taking Xi Fuhong with her, “Let go of my dear sister! You bad person!”
“Bad person?” Luo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing.
She leaned in close to Xi Fuhong and asked, “Are you afraid of me?”
Xi Fuhong was more than afraid; she was terrified, not daring to make a sound.
She stubbornly tried to pull her wrist away, but the grip only tightened.
Fortunately, Xiao Qiyu placed a hand on Luo Qingcheng’s, asking her to release, finally granting Xi Fuhong freedom.
She quietly retreated to the door, wary of everyone.
“To seek the White Tiger Ring Head, we need the Black Dragon Tail Ring.
I hope Miss Xi will agree,” Xiao Qiyu said, smiling and bowing from a distance, seeing Xi Fuhong so frightened.
“Just give her the ring, why trouble my dear sister to go?” Shi Cuiyan shouted discontentedly.
“Rude!” Luo Qingcheng scolded, “Senior brother promised to spare the tomb spirit Gui Po because the Black Dragon Tail Ring is with Xi Fuhong.
Since she agreed to stay, it means she’s also connected to the Tiger Dragon Cave treasure.
How can we casually entrust the Black Dragon Tail Ring? Unless she doesn’t care about Gui Po’s safety and wants to break the promise.”
“No!!” Xi Fuhong immediately refuted upon hearing this.
“Miss Xi, are you agreeing?” Xiao Qiyu looked at her, asking gently.
Xi Fuhong was speechless.
She didn’t want to go, but under Luo Qingcheng’s pressure, she didn’t dare to say it.
Shi Cuiyan saw her troubled expression, wanting to argue for her, but knowing Xi Fuhong valued Gui Po’s safety, any persuasion would be in vain.
So she clenched her fists, venting all her dissatisfaction and helplessness into her palms.
