The reeds swayed, and the painted boat docked at the riverbank.
Li Xian secured the anchor rope and helped Wen Caishang off the boat. The woman who had fallen into water, named "Wang Cuicui," quietly followed behind, extremely fearful of Wen Caishang, dare not approach.
Wen Caishang walked gracefully, her figure swaying gently. Her silkworm skirt reflected the moonlight, her movements graceful and dignified. Wang Cuicui sighed at such a woman, rarely seen in her lifetime.
They walked four or five miles.
The outline of Qing City became faintly visible, though it was late at night. But the remains of the fire were still lively. Wen Caishang said, "You lead the way."
Wang Cuicui immediately stepped forward a few steps, walking ahead of the two. Wen Caishang scolded, "You are not allowed to look at her." She pinched Li Xian's chin and said, "You may only look at me."
