Chong Wen, being straightforward, said, "If there's no need for compensation, can this young lady also leave?"
"Yes, yes, yes, please, young lady, please..."
A few people nodded like chickens pecking at rice, cautiously peeking upstairs, without any thought of harassing a decent girl, only wishing they had never seen this zither-playing lady.
The zither-playing lady picked up her instrument, curtsied towards Chong Wen upstairs, and turned to leave.
"Hold on—"
Chong Wen lightly waved the folding fan in his hand, calling out just as the lady was about to exit.
A few prodigal sons heard Chong Wen's voice as if it were an imperial edict, rushed over, surrounded the lady, and said, "Young lady, you can't leave, Master Mu is calling for you."
As they spoke, they fawningly looked at Chong Wu, seeking favor from him.
Chong Wu said unhurriedly, "Just now, everyone heard the young lady's performance; arguably, she should be rewarded."
