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They wore Lotus Leaf Green Dance Attire, holding pipa instruments, flowing like a gentle stream as they approached. As the music played, they gradually gathered together in a circle, slowly leaning back, resembling a flower in full bloom. At the center was a Dance Maiden dressed in Lotus Pink Dance Dress, adorned with a Veil and styled in a Flying Heavenly Hairstyle, standing out vividly against the backdrop of lotus leaf green. At that moment, a merman began to sing: “Peach and Plum Blossoms smile, how can they compare to the spring on my branches?” The Dance Maiden raised her arms, her sleeves flaring like trumpet flowers; as she extended her arms, her bare skin glimmered, white and tender like lotus roots. She continued singing: “Peony Graceful, Pear Blossom Charming, how can they compare to my rain-kissed rosy beauty?” The Spirit of the Many Pearls spread out and began to dance, yet still maintained their circular formation. The Dance Maiden spun around and suddenly leaped upward, one foot nearly touching her back; the audience couldn't help but applaud in admiration. But at that moment, they noticed that the Dance Maiden's skirt had torn open—whether intentionally or accidentally was unclear—revealing glimpses of her long leg, enticingly obscured.
Ao Yan was deeply captivated by this Dance Maiden. He furrowed his brow, his gaze following her every move. There was an inexplicable familiarity about her. Who could she be? His mind was filled with questions.
She sang again: “A cup of fragrant tea welcomes you.” The Dance Maiden then presented a cup of tea, taking two quick steps forward and two slow steps back as if hesitating shyly. She lifted her gaze briefly before ascending the steps to offer the tea to Ao Yan. As he accepted the tea, he also grasped her hand, gazing at her intently. Her eyes sparkled with a playful reproach as she glanced at him. Just as she was about to pull away and turn to leave, Ao Yan tugged at her hand; she stumbled into his embrace. Dazed, Ao Yan tightened his grip around her delicate waist and pressed a kiss through the Veil onto her face. The crowd erupted in applause. The Plum Blossom Fairy's face turned pale with anger as she forced a smile, clapping along with everyone else.
Xi'er danced provocatively in front of each table, twisting her waist and throwing flirtatious glances. When she reached the Plum Blossom Fairy's table, she began to spasm uncontrollably, rolling her eyes as if pretending to hang herself. Finally, she sang: “Stars sway gently, clouds drift lightly; why seek fragrant grass elsewhere? Joy is found today; joy is found tonight.” The Dance Maiden blushed deeply as she stepped down from Ao Yan's lap and descended the stairs, twirling gracefully in rhythm with the song. The Spirit of the Many Pearls slowly closed in again, surrounding the Dance Maiden once more until the music and singing faded away; then the Pearl Spirit retreated with their pipa instruments.
Such opening dances were performed every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival but were usually brief since the main event was Chang'e's dance in the moon palace reflected in the bronze mirror. After the Dance Maidens exited, echoes of their songs lingered in everyone's ears like delicate whispers. The figure of that Dance Maiden seemed etched in everyone's minds as if she continued to dance before their eyes. The Fox King chuckled mischievously and disregarded the presence of female guests as he boldly remarked: “Xiao Ba, why didn’t I see this Dance Maiden last year? Where did you find this treasure? And how did you train such a soft waist?” Chakravartin stifled laughter, shaking slightly. Ao Yan's face flushed bright red from embarrassment; just as he was about to excuse himself for a moment, he impulsively followed the Fox King's lead and boasted: “I trained her on my bed! I’ll step out for a bit; enjoy yourselves!” As soon as he spoke those words, aside from the male guests and Ao Bi, both Plum Blossom Fairy and Monthly Rose Fairy turned beet red—one from anger and the other from shyness.
Ao Yan hurriedly walked away; nearing his chamber he heard Xi'er's laughter inside: “Qingmo, you should have seen that woman's face; it looked like I punched her! Hahaha—” Upon entering he saw Xi'er sitting at the vanity table facing Lin Qingmo as she helped him remove his makeup. Xi'er had sharp ears and had already heard Ao Yan’s footsteps; upon seeing him enter, she jumped down from the vanity without attempting to hide under the bed but instead slipped outside. Lin Qingmo’s makeup had been completely removed by Xi'er. He caught sight of Ao Yan in the mirror and smiled at him while pressing down on his Flying Heavenly Hairstyle as he pulled out hairpins one by one. His Flying Heavenly Hairstyle was made from real hair and required considerable effort to style or let loose.
Ao Yan embraced him from behind, warm breath brushing against his neck. In the mirror, Lin Qingmo’s face still bore traces of rouge; having spent too long in Dragon Palace without exposure to sunlight or storms had gradually lightened his initially dark skin tone—this hint of blush stood out vividly against his complexion.
Ao Yan stared in awe, his throat dry.
Noticing Ao Yan's silence and recalling his earlier embarrassment while dressed as a woman made Lin Qingmo speak softly: “How did you recognize me?” Ao Yan paused before realizing: “Your eyes, your hands, your waist—and your…” He lifted Lin Qingmo from his seat and placed him face-to-face on the vanity table: “Leg.” Ao Yan’s hand slipped through the tear in Lin Qingmo’s gauzy skirt and caressed his thigh: “How dare you reveal your thigh in front of so many people? What punishment do you think you deserve? Tell me.” As he spoke playfully nuzzling against Lin Qingmo’s chest while glancing up at him with curiosity.
He suddenly grabbed two soft round objects with both hands and asked puzzledly: “What are these?” Lin Qingmo felt embarrassed; it seemed like another layer of rouge had been applied to his cheeks as he stammered: “They’re… they’re… Xi'er gave them to me… This tear in my skirt was also done by Xi'er… These are actually two hot buns just out of the steamer.” With that said he awkwardly pulled two white buns from his chest.
Ao Yan was taken aback for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter; he covered his belly with one hand while propping himself against the vanity table with the other until tears streamed down his face.
Lin Qingmo had anticipated such consequences when agreeing to Xi'er's ridiculous plan; it was something he consented to do himself—he could only accept being laughed at now since it was self-inflicted humiliation. So he let Ao Yan laugh while continuing to undo his hairpin.
Finally finished laughing, Ao Yan looked up with tears still brimming in his eyes. Seeing Lin Qingmo’s exposed thigh displeased him; he quickly pulled down Lin Qingmo’s skirt to cover it up: “Wife, hurry and change clothes! You mustn’t wear such things again unless it’s just for me! Change your clothes properly before coming with me to the front hall.”
Lin Qingmo sat there with long hair cascading down after having let it loose from its previous style; being tall and slender with an even frame made him quite convincing as a woman. Sitting there with a tear in his skirt and disheveled hair made him look somewhat ravaged.
Ao Yan trembled slightly as he urged: “Wife… hurry… change your clothes! Otherwise… otherwise… I’ll… I want you right now!”
Lin Qingmo jumped down from the vanity table in panic and quickly grabbed a lake-green outer robe from the wardrobe before retreating behind a gauzy curtain to change hurriedly.
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