The two young maidens were dainty and cute, and their delicate voices were extremely harmonious. When they heard Ye Qianhe's slogan, the crowd felt like they were in a dream. Seeing such a spectacle, they naturally gave way to the palanquin in awe.
"Pfftt!" Ling Chuxi could not hold back her laughter anymore and spat out the tea she was drinking, right onto the face of the unfortunate Jiang Wuhen seated opposite her. The corner of Jiang Wuhen's lips twitched as he quietly dug out a brocade handkerchief and wiped off the tea on his face.
Ling Chuxi held in her laughter as she looked at Ye Qianhe's palanquin in amusement. She had not noticed it earlier, but it seemed like the old pervert's circus had grown larger. Other than the young maidens playing musical instruments, there were now two others who were shouting slogans.