Chapter 577 Tangled Red Threads (1/2)
Yun Shang raised her hand to touch the hairpin. She smiled faintly, ”His Highness said mandarin ducks represent lasting love and asked me to wear it. I think it's not bad in style and I like it a lot.”
After Yun Shang finished her words, Shen Yilan Hua took her hand and led her to the chair next to several senior ladies from the Hua Family. As soon as they sat down, a servant came into the room. ”Good day, everyone. The Eldest Princess prepared a little game in the courtyard and invited all of you to take part in it.”
Hearing that, Luo Qingyan's aunt smiled. ”Ask the young people to play the game. We're too old to jump or run.”
The servant hastily answered, ”Lady Hua, don't worry. It's just a drinking game. You don't have to move. You'll be divided into pairs, but you can't choose your partners by yourselves. So let's play a little game to decide who will be in the same group.
”Really?” As the senior ladies present were all proficient in the four arts when they were young, drinking game would definitely be easy for them. And the way of grouping intrigued them. ”We'll be divided into pairs by a little game?” Interesting. I wonder what the game is.”
The servant replied, ”Please follow me.”
They looked at each other and followed the servant. When they stepped out of the room, they couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment. The plum-tree forest was covered in mist.
Rushing to the plum-tree forest, the servant smiled and said, ”Fifteen red threads has been put in the misty forest. And we happen to have ten ladies and ten gentlemen here. Five ladies and five gentlemen, please stand on the left side and pick up a red thread casually. The rest, please stand on the right side and do the same.
Raising her eyebrows, Yun Shang exchanged a look with Luo Qingyan. Coldness suddenly flashed in their eyes. Yun Shang had once been framed by Hua Jing in the Qianshui Tower. She was getting suspicious of the mist. There must be something fishy in the plum-tree forest.
All the other people obeyed. As Shen Yilan held Yun Shang's hand and stood together with two aunts, Su Ruying quickly ran to Yun Shang and stood next to her side. Luo Qingya glanced at Yun Shang and smiled, then he stood on the other side. The other people also followed the servant's order and took one red thread respectively. Yun Shang secretly cut her finger with the red thread, a drop of blood rolling own along the thread in Yun Shang's hand.
”Have you all chosen a red thread yet?” The servant asked in a low voice.