"What, what game?"
Ping'er's gaze darted away. Young Master Li was rather different from usual today, as if he had become another person.
A group of maids surrounded him. Some played the zither, some warmed wine, some peeled spirit fruits and fed them to him...
At his words, all of them froze and looked over in surprise.
Young Master Li seemed frivolous and unruly, but while at Listening Rain Pavilion, he had actually been fairly proper.
They generally discussed serious matters; there was rarely time for this sort of "game."
After everything that had happened with the Cloud Mountain Emperor Realm envoy today, he was in the mood instead?
Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his fox-like eyes and said with a chuckle, "A fantasy game."
Fantasy...
Ping'er's little face immediately flushed crimson.
"Young Master, what kind of fantasy game is it? Besides Ping'er, can we join too?" The maid beside him fed him a grape, an eager glint in her eyes. It was clear she was ambitious.
"Of course. Everyone can join in—the more people, the livelier it gets."
Xu Xiaoshou was quite generous. Holding the grape between his teeth without swallowing it, he slowly chewed as he said, "Have you been to the Sorrowful Emperor Realm?"
Seven people playing...
And they had to imagine themselves playing in the Sorrowful Emperor Realm...
Ping'er gripped her sleeves with both hands, her heart tense. She did not dare look around, and her field of vision abruptly narrowed until only Young Master Li's handsome face remained, exuding an enchanting fragrance.
"No."
The other maids all shook their heads.
They had been born in the Cold Palace Imperial Realm and chosen by Listening Rain Pavilion in the blossoming years of sixteen or seventeen.
After that, they had basically traveled only between Listening Rain Pavilion, the Spirit