Each of the present beauties, even if she did not play the instrument, was at least accustomed to listening. Once Chen Rong’s “Lament of the Scholar” sounded, the girls that had been pointing curiously at her closed doors eventually quieted down.
As they listened, they soon found that this song was a new piece they had not heard before, and quite an elegant one.
Gradually, as the zither heightened, the reed and flute came to a halt.
Steadily, the lofty and lonely zither was the only sound that wove through the dark clouds in the west wing.
A handsomely dressed girl closed her eyes as she quietly listened for a moment. “Actually quite noble,” she murmured.
Another girl with features as gentle as water lowered her gaze. She softly said, “Has the prince forced even someone so upright and honorable to come here? Her life is not for long, it seems.”