In some ways, Gu Shengyin’s days were quite leisurely.
She only needed to submit one design sketch a month to White Cloud Cloth Store, and occasionally publish an "inspired essay" in the Cloud City Daily.
Yes, inspired essay—an odd term from some world for articles intended to comfort, motivate, and encourage people to aspire to greater things.
Today, she had dressed with special care, taking Shiao Shiao with her to the Yunxi Troupe.
"Miss, why do we have to go to that place?" Shiao Shiao was somewhat indignant, harboring no good feelings toward Liu Yunyi, who had caused her miss to be disliked by the former fiancé.
To be honest, Gu Shengyin didn’t harbor much resentment toward Liu Yunyi either; after all, she was just an actress, and smiling with her patrons was simply part of her job.
"Liu Yunyi’s portrayal of Qingyi is unmatched in Cloud City, how could I not see it for myself? Besides, they say she is also a stunning beauty that outshines all others," Gu Shengyin said with evident interest.
Yan Ruohua was also a great beauty, but her beauty was too dignified and elegant to win hearts as easily as that other beauty.
Shiao Shiao didn’t understand, "Miss, do you really only want to watch the play? Don’t you hate that Liu Yunyi?"
Gu Shengyin replied with a question, "Why should I hate her? If we’re talking hatred, shouldn’t I hate Loo Zijun more? If Loo Zijun can’t control himself, even without Liu Yunyi, there might well be a Yang Yunyi or Zhao Yunyi."
"But..." Alhough Shiao Shiao thought Gu Shengyin made sense, she still felt something was off.
Anyway, she just didn’t like that Liu Yunyi!
Gu Shengyin couldn’t help but smile at Shiao Shiao’s expression; the girl was indignant on Yan Ruohua’s behalf.
"Don’t worry, Shiao Shiao, I just want to have a look at her, I don’t like her that much. Like you said, she’s just an actress, is she worth getting so worked up over?"
When Liu Qingyi appeared, seats became especially scarce.
Even an ordinary seat cost as much as a common person’s monthly living expenses.
Gu Shengyin sat down with Shiao Shiao.
She glanced around and noticed that it wasn’t just men who came to watch the play. There were many ladies like herself, accompanied by their maids.
After all, Liu Yunyi’s voice was truly wonderful, and many true fans of theater were regulars at her shows.
The actors that performed before her were other members of the Yunxi Troupe; as one of the top theater groups in Cloud City, even those less famous than Liu Yunyi had solid skills.
Gu Shengyin watched while sipping tea, not the least bit bored.
Gu Shengyin noticed many people around her straightening up inconspicuously, putting down their snacks and cups of tea.
She knew then that Liu Yunyi was about to take the stage.
As if a cloud had drifted from the horizon, Gu Shengyin couldn’t help but praise at just this glimpse.
No matter what kind of person Liu Yunyi was offstage, her performance skills were indeed top-notch.
Then, Liu Yunyi began to sing.
"A fragment of jade from Kunshan, the Phoenix’s cry." These were the words a famous poet wrote for a musician, but Gu Shengyin felt they were also extremely apt at this moment.
Liu Yunyi quickly finished her piece and left the stage. As the star of the Yunxi Troupe, she adhered to the rule of performing only once each day.
A lead performer must have the prestige of one.
"Let’s go, Shiao Shiao," Gu Shengyin called her maid.
"Miss, are we really just leaving?" Shiao Shiao still couldn’t quite believe it.
According to the script, shouldn’t the development at this point be seeking retribution?