The sound of the pipa was like weeping and lamentation, the aroma of wine filled the air, and the woman gently playing the pipa, revealing half of her delicate white face, was truly pitifully lovely.
Zhao Mingjun half-closed his eyes, drank a cup of wine, and looked at that tender little face with a trace of desire in his eyes.
Song Wei glanced at it and laughed: "Indeed Purple Yu Garden knows how to train people. Look at our Prince Qi, he's completely captivated by Miss Liu."
Wufu looked over, his heart slightly sinking, but he smiled and said: "His Highness Prince Qi is a lover of beauty, Miss Ji is fortunate."
Song Wei glanced at her, his eyes flashing with a hidden meaning, and said: "What a lover of beauty, yet I wonder if this Miss Liu is willing to let His Highness Prince Qi cherish her."
Wufu cursed Crown Prince Wei's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, and said with a false smile: "That depends on whether His Highness Prince Qi can win over our Miss Liu!"
