On the surface of the pond, there was a thin, long rope, tied to the pavilion pillar of Qiuxiang Pavilion and a willow tree on the opposite bank, drifting with the wind.
This rope looked very familiar to her; it was used by the Wuqiao juggling troupe that entered the mansion recently, and the golden hairpin she lost nearly broke it.
Gu Baoshu stopped and looked around.
"Treasure Bead, why aren't you coming in yet, what are you standing there foolishly for?"
The voice of Old Madam Gu came from the inner seat.
Gu Baoshu hurriedly stepped in quickly, saw the expression on Old Madam Gu's face, then slowed her pace, and smiled gently with greetings: "Mother, Third Sister-in-law, you are so kind, knowing I like to watch tightrope walking, and invited a troupe here."
Qin Yuan laughed and said: "I dare not take credit, it was your Third Brother who invited them."
"Third Brother?"
Gu Baoshu could hardly believe her ears.
She suddenly felt pleasantly surprised.
