"Honghailou?" Jiang Changbai had raised her brush to write, and hearing this, raised her head as well. "The one in the capital?" "That one." "Yet how is it that We remember that the proprietor of that establishment isn't surnamed Qin at all? Is she truly your older sister?" Jiang Changbai set her brush down as she spoke, her entire figure leaning backwards, simply staring fixedly at Qin Anhe. Qin Anhe had always assumed that Chen Xun had hidden her identity exceedingly well, and besides the few close to her, there wasn't anyone who knew what the true name of the proprietor of Honghailou was. Now, suddenly having been asked this by Jiang Changbai, her mind was greatly alarmed, such that even her lips parted softly, and she was dazed for a good while, before she said, "Replying to Bixia, the relationship between the two of us is the same as sisters." As she spoke, Qin Anhe's fingers, hidden in her sleeves, unconsciously twitch...

When she spoke, it was like spring waters were overflowing from her eyes, pooling atop cool slabs of rock; living up to her name, she refreshed the mind. [1] "Get up and speak," Li Shiyi said. Qin Niang let out an affirmative sound, rising with her waist bent, as graceful in bearing as a white snake wending its way up a stick. Women of romance, Song Shijiu had met many times; usually, they were lazy, but Qin Niang wasn't like that; others would be lazy or swing their hips, or the lower their eyelids, while Qin Niang's expression was candid, her figure agile, and she left laziness in her breaths, breathing in a small, gentle breath, and then letting it out softly, an pitiful terror showing from within the indolence. Song Shijiu couldn't help herself, and said, "In a place this desolate and wild, what are you doing?" "I…" Qin Niang only spoke half a word, somewhat hesitant. Li Shiyi waited quite patiently for a while, and only then swept her gaze...