After a simple breakfast, Feng Yi bid farewell to Shen He and Cloud Retainer, and left the Cloudy Domain.
First, he took Yuan Bao to visit Granny Ruo, and then Feng Yi arrived at the Heyu Tea House. In a familiar private room, he found Old Master Zhong Li, who was drinking tea and listening to music.
"Master Yun's skills are becoming more and more proficient, which is very gratifying. Feng Yi, you have come at the right time. Master Yun was just asking about your whereabouts, saying he had something to discuss with you. If you are free, it would be best to go see him after his performance..."
Zhong Li saw Feng Yi arrive, put down his teacup, and nodded to Feng Yi.
"Alright!"
Feng Yi nodded, not knowing what Yun Jin wanted him for, but after not seeing her for many days, it was time to visit her.
The performance ended, and the lingering melody continued to echo.
Yun Jin's clear and sweet singing voice, along with her authentic and natural performance style, conquered all the audience members present, earning them thunderous applause and cheers.
Feng Yi left the private room and quietly went to the costume room behind the stage.
"Sir, this is where the performers change costumes. Outsiders are not allowed to enter. Please leave quickly."
A performer who had just changed out of his costume was startled to see someone sneaking up, and quickly stopped Feng Yi from entering.
"My name is Feng Yi, and I'm here to see Miss Yun Jin. Please inform her."
Feng Yi said with a smile, signaling the other person not to be nervous.
"Is Feng Yi here? It's alright, please let him in!"
From the central dressing room, Yun Jin's clear and sweet voice suddenly came out. Whether it was an illusion or not, Feng Yi also heard a hint of joy and shyness in Yun Jin's voice.
"Mr. Feng Yi, please!"
Since the head of the Yun Han Society had spoken, the performer no longer blocked the way, and gestured towards Yun Jin's room, inviting Feng Yi to proceed.
"Thank you!"
Feng Yi nodded politely, then knocked on the door and entered.
This was Yun Jin's private room, filled with various exquisite opera costumes, all custom-made to fit Yun Jin's figure.
Yun Jin was sitting in front of the vanity, watching the familiar figure in the bronze mirror approach. A hint of undisguised shyness appeared on Yun Jin's lightly powdered face.
"Feng Yi, can you help me comb my hair?"
Yun Jin handed the wooden comb in her hand to Feng Yi and asked softly.
"Of course, no problem. Well, Yun Jin, Zhong Li said you had something to discuss with me. What is it specifically?"
Feng Yi took off the headdress from Yun Jin's head and asked as he untied her braid.
"Ouch~"
"Sorry, I accidentally hurt you..."
"Don't mind it, this kind of thing is hard to avoid. I can bear this little pain!"
The gentle and considerate Yun Jin quickly reassured Feng Yi. Braiding hair often involves knots, and she could feel that Feng Yi was already being very gentle.
"The reason I asked you to come this time is that not long ago, I saw a very interesting story about a brave little girl who defeated evil and protected others. I want to adapt this story into a play to perform for everyone, but I fear it might not be perfect, so I wanted to ask you to help me review it..."
After enjoying Feng Yi's hairstyling service for a while, Yun Jin finally revealed the reason for inviting Feng Yi.
"Rite of Descension?"
Feng Yi murmured when he heard the story Yun Jin described.
"Rite of Descension? What is that?"
Yun Jin turned to look at Feng Yi in confusion. She had a strange feeling about this phrase.
"That's the name of the play adapted from this story."
Feng Yi smiled and continued to comb Yun Jin's hair.
"Rite of Descension" was supposed to be a stunning performance by Yun Jin during the Lantern Festival two years later.
He didn't expect it to happen so much earlier.
However, it was also fortunate that such a moving piece of music was performed in advance, allowing the people of Liyue to enjoy it regardless of their background.
"Rite of Descension? Rite of Descension?! What a wonderful name! Feng Yi, your idea is truly brilliant!"
Yun Jin kept murmuring "Rite of Descension" in her mouth. As it resonated with the story of the little girl defeating evil and protecting others, her eyes lit up, and she finally exclaimed in admiration.
She was right about Feng Yi; he always brought her unexpected surprises.
"Yun Jin, it has nothing to do with me. This is your achievement. Even without my suggestion, you would have thought of this name soon enough..." Feng Yi said with a faint smile, unwilling to take credit. He had simply known the name in advance.
"Feng Yi, you are too modest! Can I trouble you for some time to help me refine the script of the play?"
Yun Jin turned and took Feng Yi's hand, placing it on her chest, looking at him with hope.
"This is my honor!"
Feng Yi was slightly stunned by Yun Jin's bold and proactive action, but quickly recovered and agreed to Yun Jin's request.
After all, participating in the creation of "Rite of Descension," an epic play, was also a rare honor.
"Thank you, Feng Yi!"
Seeing Feng Yi agree, Yun Jin quickly withdrew her small hand. In a moment of impulsiveness, she feared Feng Yi would leave, so she...
Now that she had calmed down, seeing Feng Yi's hand resting on her chest, Yun Jin felt incredibly shy and quickly turned away, not daring to meet Feng Yi's gaze.
Yun Jin felt like a small ox was running wild in her chest, her heart pounding.
Feng Yi, with his gentle and considerate nature, politeness, and artistic talents, was such a perfect and handsome man that it was hard for Yun Jin not to be moved.
Yun Jin's already burgeoning feelings were once again stirred by Feng Yi today.
Feng Yi, on his end, savored the soft touch on the back of his hand, finding it unforgettable for a moment.
He wondered what Yun Jin ate to grow up. Although she was not much older than Hu Tao, her chest was so much bigger than Hu Tao's?
It seemed that if he wanted to help Hu Tao develop, he would have to take matters into his own hands!
Without further delay, he would start working on it tonight.
Putting aside the discussion of the script for the moment, Feng Yi continued to comb Yun Jin's hair.
Yun Jin's hair was very soft and smooth. Except for a few knots in the braid at the beginning, the rest of her hair was incredibly smooth and flowed easily.
And it smelled good too. Feng Yi held a handful of hair and sniffed it gently, as if he were in a blooming garden.
Yun Jin, in the mirror, saw Feng Yi secretly smelling her hair and felt a mix of delight and shyness.
Such an intimate gesture stirred the maiden's heart.
"Yun Jin, what kind of hairstyle do you like?"
Yun Jin, who was shyly looking down, was slightly taken aback by Feng Yi's question.
"Anything is fine!"
Considering Feng Yi's potential lack of skill, Yun Jin let him take the lead.
"Then how about pigtails!"