Qiu Ziheng came well-prepared today. To earn a single smile from Si Xiaohong, he sent her a gift every half hour, each one more extravagant than the last.

Before long, a tall stack of these gifts had piled up around Si Xiaohong's qin stage, making the other sisters in the hall dizzy with envy.

Guests praised one after another, and just as it seemed Qiu Ziheng had nearly finished giving his gifts, a sharp-eyed burly man suddenly put down his wine cup and loudly addressed Si Xiaohong, who had been silently playing the qin:

"Xiaohong, not to be blunt, but the reward Young Master Qiu has given you tonight is more than an ordinary person could earn in ten years, isn't it?"