The evening really did have some entertaining acts after all. Too bad the captain still didn't get to see them.
Clara's revelation was certainly shocking, but interrupting someone was impolite. Fu Qian had no intention of pressing her for details just then, and simply watched the performance in a languid pose.
Clara, on the other hand, seemed a little unsettled when she received no response befitting such a momentous revelation.
But her professionalism soon showed. Even after a brief lapse, she stood with poise and grace.
It was clear that this wasn't just a hobby. She must have put a great deal of effort into it over the years.
After that, beneath the starlight and drifting wisps of smoke, she truly began to move before the rippling lake.
At that point, silence spoke louder than words. Fu Qian knew little about this art, and the only sound around them was the lapping of water, yet each graceful movement seemed to be accompanied by the beat of a drum.
Her core strength was excellent.
As for the technical aspects, there was even less to say. Fu Qian was still certain she wasn't supernatural, but she was undoubtedly in very good shape.
What an interesting person.
Fu Qian certainly didn't think her surname was a coincidence.
His Anke Wenlan might well have turned out to be a genuine member of the royal bloodline.
That would even explain her astonishing knowledge of history.
But a descendant of an ancient royal family reduced to being a dancer? Had the family really fallen that far?
And frankly, although her technique was vastly superior, she might not earn as much doing this for a living as the performer he'd seen earlier.
For one thing, there was the matter of the costume and makeup. In general,