The True Dragon Hall was filled with flowerpots and every kind of bloom.
Bai Yujun walked to an exquisite water vat, plucked a lotus flower, and held it in her hand. Looking at the colorful flowers and creeping vines that had filled the room after two centuries of careful tending, she was deeply satisfied.
Her snake tail transformed into legs as she stepped back to the dragon throne and sat down. Taking out a bamboo flute, she began to play softly...
A low, lingering melody drifted out.
The flute music wandered and curled gently, unbroken as a silken thread, like celestial music.
Two hundred years of dull, tedious time had been enough to raise Bai Yujun's musical artistry to a terrifying level. If she went to compete in Jiangnan's courtesan performances or something similar, she would at least place in the top three. The God of Flutes would not only refrain from sending down divine lightning to strike this snake demon dead—he would take pride in her instead.
The drizzle gradually ceased. Li Zhang was drawn in by the flute's melody, feeling an unnamed emotion lingering in his heart amid the misty rain, carrying his thoughts far away.
All at once, he became curious about its player.
"Where is that flute music coming from?"
The two eunuchs listened carefully, their gazes turning toward the distant True Dragon Hall. They could hardly believe that flute music was actually coming from there.
"Reporting to Your Highness the Crown Prince, the music is coming from the True Dragon Hall."
"Oh?"
The eunuchs feared that the Crown Prince's approach to the True Dragon Hall would anger the Emperor, so they could only urge him not to get too close. If His Majesty learned of it, he would surely fly into a rage, and the