"Assistant Minister Xiao, please have a seat." Su Luan ordered a mat to be placed to the left of the three-legged table.
Xiao Song sat cross-legged on the mat, casually observing the surrounding environment, and commented, "An extremely elegant place."
Not just elegant, an average merchant's family would never build such a stage.
Once Xiao Song was seated, Su Luan lightly flicked open her wide sleeves, sat down across from him, and sighed softly, "This pavilion and stage were both built by my father for my mother, but it's a pity that things have changed and the people are no longer the same."
Xiao Song's brows raised slightly. Normally, he wouldn't have the patience to listen to people recounting the past and lamenting the present, but at the moment, he didn't immediately clarify his intention, "Your mother must have been very skilled at dancing."
Su Luan's mother was a Hu dancer, and this stage must have been for her performances.
