Xiao Chen was strolling leisurely in the courtyard when suddenly, a beautiful and elegant melody of a qin floated towards him.
"This melody..."
Xiao Chen was immediately taken aback.
The sound of the qin lingered, like the cool spring water of summer, refreshing the heart and giving a sense of thorough refreshment.
What surprised Xiao Chen even more was that the melody played was very familiar.
"Could it be..."
Xiao Chen was moved and followed the sound of the qin.
...
In another elegant courtyard of the Royal Palace, a woman clad in light gauze and dignity was playing the qin, lost in her music and memories, filled with indescribable sorrow.
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air, landing in front of the pavilion.
The lady in light gauze was very alert; she pressed her hands down on the qin strings to stop the music and stared cautiously at Xiao Chen: "You are..."
