The older one also iced up as she tiredly asked, “Where do you think we are? Why would you need the zither?”
Chen Rong slowly turned around, staring at the two of them.
They gave a start and involuntarily faltered back.
Chen Rong lifted her soles and joined the beautiful women, again gliding forward.
Only then did the maids exhale in relief.
Chen Rong walked as she looked around, but in the large hall, besides a large number of musicians and beautiful women, there was only a handful of men sitting in the main seats. It seemed these were prince’s favorite subordinates.
Chen Rong carefully observed her surroundings, her hands wringing under her sleeves.
At this time, the beautiful women entering ahead of Chen Rong had each found a place to sit.