Regardless of whether Qin Yao agreed or not, he strode over to her, grabbed her hand, and pushed her onto the soft couch prepared by the palace attendants.
Qin Yao resisted the urge to dodge, and went along with the force on her shoulder, lying down on the fragrant, soft couch.
The palace attendants, well-trained, quickly lit the incense burner and placed tea and fruit nearby.
From behind the terrace, beside the folding screen, the sound of chimes began, the piano master and singers soon joined in, and the beautiful music surrounded the entire terrace, making Qin Yao feel as if she had returned to a 'certain beauty salon hairdressing event'.
It was unclear whether the incense in the burner had a calming effect, or if it was the familiar atmosphere of this 'beauty salon', but as she lay there, she started feeling a bit reluctant to get up.
Princess lay next to Qin Yao, with a low table between them, making it easy to reach the food on it.
