Yang Gong was so furious he felt like his lungs were about to explode. He glared at the man who had reminded them of the half-stick of incense, even suspecting that the man had come to sabotage the event!
With such a reminder, Yang Gong could only grit his teeth, reluctantly admitting, "Indeed, half a stick of incense's time has passed, so let's invite the patron who offered 300 taels to come on stage and select a song."
The bidder of 300 taels was a middle-aged man with a goatee, who stammered a bit. Once on stage, he requested the classic "Pipa Song."
Zhen Ji, who had earlier exhausted herself to the point of collapse in the private box, was finally able to play her pipa and sing. Returning to the stage she loved, her confidence surged instantaneously.
Even her slightly unrefined tipsy makeup could not diminish her imposing presence.
She skillfully cradled the pipa, her fair fingers gently warbling across the strings, sending forth a melodious and pleasing sound.
