The woman in a water-red dress beside her asked, "I heard that to watch her dance, it costs a fortune." Hiring an opera troupe costs only a few hundred taels of silver, yet inviting a girl from the brothel to dance costs a fortune; it's truly not worth it.
Yueyao smiled faintly and said, "I told her that if her dance satisfies me, I will paint a picture." If not satisfied, then there will be no painting.
Mingzhu observed that the audience, though gossiping, was much better than she expected: "Yueyao, are you satisfied or not?"
Yueyao nodded slightly: "I think her dance is beautiful, worthy of my brush." Of course, Yueyao only promised to paint for her but did not promise to give her the painting.
The woman in the water-red dress nodded: "Yes, today's dance is indeed beautiful. Compared to today's dance, the performances by the home-kept dancers appear dreadful. Unfortunately, Miss Xiang Ru is hard to book; otherwise, I would definitely support her.
