Yao... Yao Tai Feng?
At the sound of that name, Zhou Sheng clearly froze. But he quickly came to his senses—she was cross-dressing.
Dan-role performers could also cross-dress as young male roles. Skilled martial dan or sword-horse dan performers had an altogether different charm when doing so. Sometimes, opera troupes even used it as publicity to draw customers in.
Ripples stirred in his heart.
If she had not spoken up and revealed her feminine voice, he truly might not have noticed for a while. Her performance had simply been too good.
Every gesture and glance brimmed with heroic spirit. Her figure, singing, and martial skills were beyond reproach; her movements were both firm and powerful, yet flowed like drifting clouds and running water.
Even if he were asked to play Zhao Yun, he might not be able to match her.
"Zhou Sheng greets Senior Sister!"
He hurried forward and bowed, full of respect.
Yao Tai Feng paused slightly. A strange glint flashed through her bright, lively eyes, followed by a smile.
"Fifth Master did teach me opera, but I never became his disciple. I cannot accept that 'Senior Sister' of yours."
Zhou Sheng said in surprise, "You're not my senior sister?"
He had originally guessed that Yao Tai Feng was his senior sister, and after their exchange, he had become even more certain of it.
Yet she denied it outright.
Yao Tai Feng nodded, then pointed at Hong Xian with a smile. "She is your senior sister."
Zhou Sheng stiffly turned his neck and looked at Little Hong Xian, who was sniffing at candy as clear drool continuously dripped from the corner of her mouth.
"You... are my senior sister?"
Little Hong Xian raised her head in a daze, her eyes blank. "Senior sister? Me?"
Then her pupils gradually focused,