Hearing Qi WuHuo's answer, Huang Yao, her golden eyes bright, smiled faintly.
"Flawless Zither Player, you do know how to read the situation."
"Good. That's how it should be."
She placed a hand on Xiao Pengcao's head, intending to give it a rub, but Xiao Pengcao shook it off with all her might. She had candied fruit Huang Yao had just given her in her mouth, and beneath her messy hair, her eyes warily fixed on the woman before her. She hid behind Qi WuHuo.
Still, Huang Yao seemed quite satisfied that she had managed to put her hand on the little one's head this time.
As a zither player, Qi WuHuo got up and left after playing for a while. Naturally, members of the Green Lion Clan led him to his quarters. But from the outer banquet tables, he suddenly heard bursts of boisterous laughter, noisy and grating. Through his Primordial Spirit's senses, the young Prince Qin, dressed in fine clothes, was drinking and laughing among several members of the Demon Race.
One demon played the pipa, and this human prince actually stood up.
Under the teasing, watchful eyes of the assembled demons, the drunken young man danced, performing the dance with which humans thanked their hosts for entertaining them.
The demons roared with laughter.
Some jeered and catcalled; others chatted mockingly in the demons' slang.
'So this is royalty among humans?'
'They're so weak!'
'Hahahaha, even the Human Emperor's son is dancing and toasting us here.'
'Just look at him. He's having a grand time.'
'Hahahaha, don't say that. The Human Emperor's son dances beautifully—much better than those human slaves!'
The young Daoist paused. Prince Qin's laughter reached his ears, but the prince himself seemed unaware. The Green Lion Clan cultivator ahead of him frowned, glared at the