Music House, top floor.
Light muslin drifted, screens like paintings, sunlight poured in through the skylight, filling the room, purple smoke curled from the incense burner, and occasionally a breeze would bring the sound of wind chimes.
On a beauty couch, a woman in a soft smoke purple robe lounged lazily, propping herself up with one hand, holding a book in the other, casually reading, occasionally smirking softly.
Every frown and smile exuded charm, her every movement indescribably languid and alluring.
Qingzhu walked in, respectfully saluting, "Lady Yu, there's a young lady downstairs who wishes to see you."
"She also asked me to give this to you."
Lady Yu raised an eyebrow, glanced at Qingzhu, "A young lady? What kind of young lady?"
"Around sixteen or seventeen years old, beautiful, carefree."
Lady Yu chuckled lightly, lazily accepting the brocade box Qingzhu offered, casually opening it.
