From morning till now, she has been playing for a whole day, not a drop of water has passed her lips, and not a moment’s rest, her delicate skin has long been chafed by the strings.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, each pluck of the strings is like a knife cutting pain.
But as long as that Lord does not speak, she cannot stop.
A group of young noblemen in brocade clothes were exchanging their cups.
At a glance, all of them are notable second-generation officials in the city, starting from families of high-ranking fourth-rank officials, among them is Yan Linghu, son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice.
With a brocade robe woven with gold, pale face, and no beard, Heir Chu sat in the head seat, holding a goblet, his face somewhat sullen.
Zi Yan’er has disappeared.
A few days ago in the West Desolate Mountain, they set a trap intending to strike at Ling Ningzhi, all preparations were in order, the fish had already taken the bait.
Thought having a third-rank expert stationed would guarantee no issues.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it still failed.
Ling Ningzhi was unharmed, but the Demon Clan has vanished, along with a High-grade Immortal Material!
Afterward, the old butler went to investigate, according to local hunters, that day a woman dressed in a Sky Scale Guard robe, carrying a huge Stray Blade went up the mountain.
"Such a distinctive weapon, surely it’s Li Yuan, rumored to have a close relationship with Chen Mo as the General under his command."
"Chen Mo has also been missing for a few days, the three are very likely together..."
Coldness flashed in Chu Heng’s eyes.
Since the Barbarian Slave Case, he has been repeatedly frustrated, feeling cornered, years of planning utterly wasted!
And all of this is because of Chen Mo!
That guy is simply as if he’s a nemesis in his life!
"Just how many aces does this kid have, even a third-rank Demon Clan can’t deal with him?"
"Strong in power, robust in background, and favored by Her Majesty the Empress... currently, it seems his only weakness should be his greed for women."
Chu Heng’s narrow eyes swept over Yu’er.
Back then, placing this ’hidden piece’ was to track Chen Mo’s moves.
But she, after frequenting the Chen Mansion, did not report in time, not even knowing where Chen Mo recently went...
It seems life is too comfortable, forgetting her identity!
This time at The Cloudwater Hall, it is both to consolidate connections and also a reminder to knock some sense into her!
"Miss Yu’er’s piano skill is indeed remarkable, no wonder she became the Imperial Music Bureau’s premier Oiran."
"Pure and melodious, graceful and touching, like pearls falling on a jade plate, unforgettable."
"Really never get tired of hearing it, I am almost willing to buy her freedom..."
"Ha, do you know how valuable Yu’er is? Furthermore, even if you want to redeem her, she must be willing to go with you... Yu’er only recognizes Mr. Chen as her Esteemed Client."
"Yu’er becoming an Oiran was lifted by Mr. Chen, back then ’Spending lavishly for a beauty’s smile’ was known by all!"
"One phrase ’As my flower blossoms, all others wither,’ at least increased Yu’er’s value by a thousand taels, now Mr. Chen’s Ink Treasure still hangs on the doorstep."
"Chen Wukui is not only extraordinarily strong but also has considerable literary talent, this seven-word phrase is truly imposing!"
Listening to the discussion, Chu Heng and Yan Linghu, the two victims, felt some blockage in their hearts.
At the Hundred Flowers Meeting, the two spent over five thousand taels together, and in the end, accomplished nothing, instead allowing Chen Mo to steal the limelight...
Suddenly, a string snapped, the music abruptly stopped.
Yu’er flashed a hint of pain, covered her finger, stood up, and said, "Apologies, I will get a new piano."
Chu Heng spoke, "Don’t play anymore, come over and propose a toast."
Yu’er gracefully approached, her face pale, yet still carrying a fitting smile.
"Thank you, Lords, for gracing us with your presence, this girl is extremely honored, I should toast you all."
"A toast? One cup for each person."
Chu Heng casually said, "I remember Young Master Yan seems quite fond of you? Then start the rounds with Young Master Yan, I won’t say stop, don’t stop."
Yu’er dared not refuse, just prepared to pour wine, when a slightly sluggish male voice rang out:
"Oh, so lively today?"
Yu’er hands shook, spilling some wine.
She looked up to see two figures pushing the door and entering.
The leading man was tall, handsome like a jade crown, his eyes deep as a cold pool, lips carrying a faint lazy smile.
Yu’er, eyes hazy, bit her lip, almost unable to stop herself from throwing herself into his arms.
"The Cloudwater Hall has been reserved by the Heir, who allowed you to barge in? Ignorant thing, hurry and roll out..."
A retinue voiced angrily, before his words ended, a sharp gust came!
He himself being a Martial Artist of Returning to the Origin Realm reacted quickly, just about to dodge, suddenly felt as if he’s stuck in a quagmire, moving extremely slowly.
Retinue unable to evade, was directly slapped flying by Qin Shou, teeth and blood scattering!
Before he could regain his senses, Qin Shou strode forward, grabbed his collar, and swung his hand roundly, slapping him again and again!
That retinue’s face swelled like a pig’s head, mouth full of pulp, eyes glazed, until he completely fainted, no sound, only then did Qin Shou stop.
"Mad dog barking at the sun."
Qin Shou casually threw the retinue to the ground, dusted his hands, turned back behind Chen Mo.
The scene was silent.
Chu Heng’s expression was neutral, unreadable.
Chen Mo’s gaze swept over the crowd, fixed on Yan Linghu.
Yan Linghu shivered, hurriedly stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, this is a misunderstanding, I did not ask Miss Yu’er to toast, it’s really..."