Yun Chi smiled as he stared at the eighth maid.
The eighth maid, trembling with fear and unable to meet Yun Chi's gaze, moved aside without waiting for Hua Yan's approval, and sidestepped to a corner.
Still smiling, Yun Chi composed himself and continued in a soft and moist tone, "On the endless Mount Qingyun, as the evening turns to a warm night, the red candles illuminate the way home, shall we return to our abode?"
Hua Yan feigned a cough, "Barely passable."
The seventh maid immediately removed the round fan and stepped aside.
Yun Chi, still smiling, went on, "Rising early to hasten the makeup, yet the journey is hard, with mountains of brocade before the tent, hoping only for the companion of ducks at night."
Hua Yan's face flushed.
"Ah, I can't listen to this anymore, I can't listen to this anymore, everyone quickly cover your ears, is that person inside really the Crown Prince? I have my doubts," Lu Zhiling cackled in weird tones and sounds again.