Xun Qingqing brought Jun Wuxian to the place where people were lighting lanterns. There were professionals here to assist with the lighting, and the cost was discretionary; wealthy individuals might give more, and one could earn a substantial amount in a day.
There were many people releasing lanterns; Xun Qingqing and Jun Wuxian queued together and soon it was their turn.
After lighting two lanterns, Jun Wuxian generously tipped with pieces of silver.
The lantern lighter, seeing the silver, broke into a wide smile, repeatedly showering them with compliments.
"The young master is dashing and elegant; the young lady is as beautiful as a flower. A match of talent and beauty; may you have many sons and blessings."
Indeed, everyone loves to hear kind words; Xun Qingqing was pleased to hear them, but as she remembered her disfiguration, her smile faded.