The eighth day of the first month.
Since yesterday, Lian Xiang hadn't gone to Hong'en Hall to entertain guests, but stayed peacefully in her own courtyard to rest.
These two days every year were her rare rest days.
Don't think being a Songstress is easy; even a Green Waist Level Songstress like Lian Xiang is actually exhausted—never-ending smiles, endless guests, and having to force herself to endure her likes and dislikes while navigating the claws of men's desires. Both body and mind are weary.
As the madam often said: "Eating this bowl of rice always comes with its share of bitterness. Where in the world does one only take advantage without suffering for it?"
Lian Xiang always agreed with the madam, though not for the same reason. The rice she eats isn't that of a Songstress.
