"I gazed into the distance, above the moon... oh yeah, oh yeah!"
Gazing up at the stars, Yuan Shikai suddenly had a goofy impulse and launched into an impromptu rendition of Phoenix Legend's "Above the Moon," finishing with a few cries of "oh yeah."
Once he finished singing, all the women in the house came out except Qi Huang.
Qi Huang actually wanted to come out too, but she couldn't. She had to guard against being detected.
Marie Antoinette said, "You were singing in Chinese, weren't you? What song was that? I know a few Chinese songs, but I've never heard this one. The rhythm is pretty catchy."
The other women nodded in agreement. They had found it catchy too, and although they didn't know the words, they had hummed along.
Of course you've never heard it, Yuan Shikai thought. Phoenix Legend doesn't exist in this world, after all.
Sure enough, music transcended race and ethnicity. As long as it sounded good, people would embrace it.
He had to admit that Phoenix Legend's songs appealed to young and old alike, making them suitable for every age group.
Their audience ranged from elementary school children just a few years old to grandparents in their seventies and eighties, truly bridging international divides.
There was even a rumor that a man had been suspected of being a spy and reported because he couldn't sing Phoenix Legend's songs. When they investigated, he really did turn out to be a spy.
Now everyone from Illya, who was only in her teens, to Marie Antoinette, who had lived for centuries, had been drawn in by the music.
Still, it was only a brief diversion brought on by a song.
Early the next morning, Yuan Shikai shifted Qi Huang's thigh and arm off him and slipped quietly