Qian Chang sat down far away, never looking at Qiye. The opera was singing babbling songs on the stage. Qian Chang was in a trance for a while, and she felt as if she was in a dream.
After a long while, he slowly came back to his senses and glanced at the high platform in the distance. Qiye was dressed in clothes, rich and noble, with a serious expression. He didn't know where to look.
"Isn't that Miss Qian Fei? It's been a long time since I met her once."
"No, her life is really good. If she hadn't been pregnant with Long Zi, the emperor would have killed her long ago!"
"Of course, killing the prince is a crime that will punish the nine tribes."
"I don't know why, but her heart is so cruel. She is only three months old!"
"Of course she is cruel. A woman like her has been able to hook up with other men behind the Emperor's back for more than five years. What else can't she do?"
Qian Shang was just minding her own business, holding the tea cup in her hand, looking at the stage with big, dull eyes. Although she stayed here, her thoughts were far away.
Suddenly, the air around her became a little thin. Qian Chang did not look back, thinking that Huang Ying was cleaning something up, so she said calmly: "Huang Ying, this place does not belong to us."
“If it doesn’t belong to you, who does it belong to?”
A low voice rang softly in her ears. Qian Chang was startled and then came back to her senses. It was Qi Ye.
I don't know when, he had walked over from the high seat and sat next to her
Close at hand, wearing clothes, the jade tree is facing the wind
Qian Chang looked at Qi Ye intently, but could not see his thoughts, any ominous clues or omens.
I only felt that there was something slightly wrong between the two people. I no longer panicked. What was left was just very indifferent, very indifferent calm.