"Why are you willing to work for someone so ambitious? You are all so successful and accomplished. If you use your skills for good, you will help so many people," Yunlou Chaoyue sighed.
"Silence, witch!" the huqin musician retorted. "Twenty years ago, Yunlou Qingshu took advantage of the ailing leader to revolt, and stole the power after his concubine had a bastard child! Now he calls the old leader’s first son Qingxi Highness as the traitor. Is that not blasphemy?"
The musician with the pipa laughed, his voice soft like a girl’s. "And you are not even Yunlou Qingshu’s daughter. What right does a phony have to judge my leader? Don’t think I don’t know that the true princess hasn’t been in Yunlou City since last year." He continued, "Yunlou Qingshu is so sneaky. His real daughter disappeared and he replaced her with some girl to send to Anglo, but at the same time, he sent people to search for his daughter. Why would he send you here if it wasn’t look for her?"