How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

The end of the year is not only a time to settle accounts, but also a good time to visit relatives and friends. Jia Sansi and his brothers had to settle accounts and greet friends and relatives. Every day people gave gifts and they had to return gifts.

Jia Qingwu regained consciousness this year, and all her old friends began to reconnect, with Li Xuemu being her closest. Li Xuemu had come personally to deliver a gift, not only to give it but also to ask Jia Qingwu if she wanted to attend the party she was hosting.

"Of course I'm going." Since Jia Qingwu had resumed her social circle, she naturally needed an opportunity to appear before everyone. First, to tell everyone she was well, and second, to inform everyone she would be back.

Li Xuemu was happy for her, "Okay, I'll invite more people this time to let everyone know that our Moonlight Fairy is back." She winked playfully, thinking in her mind how to make this banquet beautiful and grand.

When Jia Qingwu heard this title, she was a little dazed and punched Li Xuemu in shame and anger.

After seeing Li Xuemu off, Xia Chu came over with a curious look on her face, "Mom, what is the Moonlight Fairy?"

When asked by her daughter, Jia Qingwu blushed. "Just listen to her nonsense. It's just something we used to joke about when we were young."

"How did it come about? Tell me, mom." Xia Chu shook her arm coquettishly.

Jia Qingwu touched her hot cheek with the back of her hand. "This is a song I wrote when I was young, and it was very well-loved. The song became popular, and that's how it got this name."

Xia Chu blinked, remembering her pen name... well, forget it. Afraid of making her mother laugh so hard she'd have a stomachache, she brushed it off and pestered Jia Qingwu to play the guitar for her.

Jia Qingwu was always obedient to her, so naturally she wouldn't refuse. The song was called "Moonlight," and while it sounded cold and desolate, it truly gave one the feeling of being under the moon.

No wonder she is called Moonlight Fairy.

Hey, do you know? My mom's nickname is Moonlight Fairy, and I'm the Plucked String Warrior. Xia Chu suddenly thought of this and laughed herself to death.

But Xia Chu never expected to hear this nickname at Li Xuemu's party. At that moment, she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and she was determined not to lose this nickname.

"Although he's called a warrior, his music is cheerful and lively, making people want to dance. I imagine he must be a talkative, cheerful, humorous and confident young man."

"Like you, I guess that the man who plucked the strings must be a young man. And..." The woman blushed and spoke very softly at the end. Xia Chu couldn't hear it clearly even with his ears perked up.

Several ladies nearby were discussing the 'Plucking String Warrior', and the 'Plucking String Warrior' was digging his toes into the ground in embarrassment as he listened to their praise of him.

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. The plucked-string warrior is a woman.

Xia Chu silently apologized in her heart. She had a bit of a bad taste in her mouth when she chose this name. But who could have thought that her name would spread so far, from Lin'an to Huizhou. Who is it?

Mo Qingmei only said that the music scores had some names added and a lot of copies were printed, but it shouldn't have been printed all the way to Huizhou, right?

Xia Chu was shocked and didn't understand. He began to calculate how much silver he could get.

"Cousin, I heard them say that the plucked-string warrior is from Lin'an. Have you heard of him before?" Jia Wanlin asked curiously after listening for a while.

Xia Chu quickly shook her head, "I haven't heard of it. It wasn't famous before."

"What kind of music did he write? I really want to hear it. I don't think it's as good as my cousin's." Jia Wanqing said seriously, looking at Xia Chu with admiration. In her little heart, her cousin was a great composer and pipa player. Even the guqin, which she had just learned, was better than her own, who had been studying for almost two years.

Xia Chu smiled but said nothing, mainly because he didn't know how to explain that he was the plucked string warrior.

These young ladies had nothing to do, so when they got together, if they weren't playing chess or piano, they would just chat. They could talk about anything, from the latest fashions to the latest famous stories and songs.

There wasn't much gossip, probably due to their upbringing and the fact that people talk a lot. It wasn't convenient to discuss other people's affairs here, but at least Xia Chu didn't hear them gossiping behind their backs.

Jia Qingwu followed Li Xuemu to meet the guests. The younger generations were all sitting in the garden, drinking tea, appreciating flowers and chatting.

As for the ladies, they were in the flower hall.

In crowded places, most people hang out in groups of three or five, only with those they know well. Or they try to get close to those who are better off than themselves. Xia Chu had no friends in Huizhou, so naturally no one approached her.

Those who didn't know each other came up and exchanged names before dispersing. The Jia sisters didn't want to join in the fun either, so they just sat quietly with their cousin in the corner of the pavilion and listened to the conversation.

Li Xuemu had three sons and one daughter, but her daughter was very young and therefore could not come out to entertain guests. Since there was a gender distinction, her son was in another garden with the male guests, leaving her maid Qiu Shuang to accompany her friends' younger generations.

However, Xia Chu and the other three preferred quietness, and they sat there without moving. Qiu Shuang kept an eye on them, providing them with snacks, hot tea, and prepared fruit.

"It's so boring." Jia Wanqing said while eating melon seeds.

Jia Wanlin glanced at her and felt a little bored.

"I want to go to the temple fair to watch acrobatics." Jia Wanqing pouted.

Xia Chu's feelings were the worst when it came to the temple fair, likely because of the scene she had witnessed. Jia Wanlin and Jia Wanqing had been hiding near Jia Junjie, only hearing the noise but not witnessing the blood spilled. It was all over, but Jia Wanlin had recovered the fastest. After returning from the temple, she seemed to have forgotten the robbery.

"There probably won't be one this year, but maybe there will be one next year during the Lantern Festival." Jia Wanlin also wanted to go, she preferred listening to opera.

"Cousin, how can that fire-breathing guy spit fire out of his mouth? Won't he get burned in his mouth? Won't it be hot?" Thinking of those magical acrobatics that day, Jia Wanqing was curious and yearning.

"It doesn't seem to be in the mouth." Xia Chu remembered watching some mystery show, but she couldn't remember it clearly.

"How could he spit out fire?" Jia Wanqing let her imagination run wild. "Could that person be a monster? Only monsters can spit out fire, right?"

"No, I think I drank something." As for what it was, Xia Chu really couldn't remember.

"What did you drink?" Jia Wanqing asked.

"My cousin doesn't know either, so don't try it at home. It's just a dozen plates broken, it's a small matter. If your mouth gets burned or your appearance is ruined, you will regret it." Jia Wanlin said quickly.

"You even broke a plate?" Xia Chu didn't know about this. She looked at Jia Wanqing with amusement, "You were playing plate balancing at home?"

Jia Wanqing blushed and fell silent. Breaking a plate was nothing, but she was being lectured by Second Lady Jia. She was told that she wasn't a proper young lady, but was actually learning those low-brow acrobatics. Did she even want to perform?