The Theater Pavilion was filled with exclamations of surprise.
Song Si's magic tricks really opened the eyes of these sheltered Madams, more interesting than watching a play. So novel!
Only Song Ci was awkwardly smiling; these ancient Madams, who hadn't seen much of the outside world, were easily impressed. Otherwise, with Si's subpar magic, even a three-year-old today could spot the flaws.
Seeing the crowd applauding, Song Si was so proud. He seized the opportunity and, with a look from his mother, made a pigeon magically appear above the shoulder of the girl sitting next to Madam Wei, even placing it in front of Wang Qiuman.
Wang Qiuman watched him with wide eyes.
Song Si also looked at her, with an expression of surprise, joy, and curiosity.
Wang Qiuman pointed at his sleeve: "Fourth Young Master, the net bag for the pigeon is about to fall."
Song Si: "..."
