Below the stage, a woman's jade-like hands lightly brushed the zither, as if gentle wisps moving, followed by waves of zither music like clear spring pearls flowing from the girl's hands, refreshing the soul, the melody resembling a stream leaping through the valleys and cliffs. The girls stopped what they were doing and quietly enjoyed the piece.
The atmosphere on stage, however, froze.
The music was so beautiful, yet it failed to flow into the hearts of these two women.
Zhu Pingniang and Miss Lu both fell into silence.
For two single older women, especially for one who believed herself to be older than all the girls present combined...
There was nothing more damaging than Yun Qian's calm tone flaunting their affection.
Zhu Pingniang was used to Xu Chang'an's flaunting, but Miss Lu was truly unfortunate, she almost lost her breath, her eyebrows twitching slightly, her fingers covering her heart.
