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Breaking Through the Fog
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The woman lifted the colorful beaded curtain and gracefully approached him with her Lotus Steps.
Her hair was tied with Crimson Purple Cloud Silk, and the tassels of her hairstyle swayed gently, accentuating her soft, delicate waist.
With each step she took, it felt as if a flower bloomed in her wake.
"Sir, would you like to listen to a song or enjoy a dance?" She walked up to him, her crimson lips parting slightly, her voice sweet and melodious, like a bite of fragrant Osmanthus Cake wafting through the air.
"I’m not here to spend my fortune just to hear you sing a song or dance a little," he replied.
His gaze reluctantly left her for a moment as he suddenly pulled her waist belt towards him, bringing it close to his nose. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath.
The look of intoxication on his face startled her for a moment, but then she smiled seductively, her charming dimples appearing faintly on her flushed cheeks. "Sir, I sell my art, not my body!"
"Is that so?" He smiled slightly. "Then perhaps it's because I haven't made my appearance yet?" As he spoke, his large hand busily untied the butterfly knot at her waist.
"You truly are quite wicked!" she feigned annoyance, gently pushing away his Lu Shan-like grip with her delicate hand. She spun around and hid behind the table, her lightly furrowed brow adding an extra touch of allure.
He stared at her in a daze, feeling as if the smoke curling from the Bronze Auspicious Beast incense burner on the table made her appear ethereal like a fairy.
All he could hear was the sound of her playing and singing: "The orchid paste falls from my hairpin of red jade in spring; the swallow's hairpin drags down my neck and throws away Pan Yun..."
Her singing was truly enchanting. His eyelids grew heavy as he slowly leaned onto the table, suddenly recalling his Wife of One's Youth’s curse that he would eventually die beneath the peony flowers.
“Father, you look much better these days! It seems that this doctor Chen we invited really has good medical skills! Although his fees are higher than others, as long as you can recover quickly, I think it's worth it,” Qing'er said.
Zhao Xinqing took the medicine bowl from Xing'er and carefully fed her father a spoonful of the thick black liquid.
“Don’t try to fool me, my girl!” County Magistrate Zhao waved his hand, his waxy yellow face devoid of color. “I know my own body well. All I hope for now is to live long enough to see you and brother Qixu t married. That would be enough for me!”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xinqing slammed the spoon down into the bowl with a clang. “Father, didn’t I already tell you? We will only get married once you are well again. You mustn’t say such unlucky things!”
“Alright, alright, I won’t say it anymore,” County Magistrate Zhao replied, squeezing her hand. “I just want to see you two get married soon; that would bring me peace of mind!”
“My lord, it seems that King Anle has specially written to the capital to invite a royal physician to come to Jinyang to treat you. Once the physician arrives, your illness will surely improve faster!” Xing'er said with a smile as she looked at Zhao Xinqing. “By then, Inspector Qin will definitely come with great fanfare to take you back!”
“Good, good! That sounds wonderful!” County Magistrate Zhao laughed heartily, but just as his laughter rang out, the sound of a mourning drum echoed from outside the county office.
“Dong, dong, dong…” The heavy drumbeats instantly froze the warm atmosphere in the room.
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