Meeting At Last

Once all of the guests had finally arrived, Wu Ling returned to the waiting room with Su Yao and her close ones. Despite her teasing offer to stay and watch, Die Jiang took the serving girls she'd brought with her and returned to whatever business she'd had before Wu Ling's request interrupted them.

"Aesthete Wu," Zheng Qingye said hesitantly, having a difficult time meeting Wu Ling's eyes. "For what you did earlier. Thank you," she finished awkwardly, giving a slight bow.

"It's not a big deal, really," Wu Ling said. "The mistress of the house is an old acquaintance, it wasn't much of a bother to ask her for a favor of bringing a few girls to entertain Young Lord Fang Lin and his friends."

"Why do I find that hard to believe," the sharp-eyed archer Chu Dieyi said. "When you talked to that serving girl she looked positively spooked."