Up in the pavilions of the Qiónglín Garden, palace maids and eunuchs were gathered around a man dressed in imperial yellow robes, while at his side sat a noble consort in splendid attire. A little further away stood a senior eunuch with his head slightly bowed.
Throughout the entire pavilion, only the man in yellow robes and the richly dressed consort were seated. The man picked up a cup of tea just brought by a eunuch and asked softly:
"My Consort, listen. What do you think of today's tune?"
Chapter 307