Theft

Yue Jinghong came back to her senses as well, unable to help feeling a little embarrassed by her thoughts just now.

But on second thought, those were perfectly normal things between a man and a woman. As a daughter of the Jianghu, why should she care about such things?

With that reasoning, she calmed herself down again.

Before long, Yan Lingwei returned carrying the pipa.

Miao Cuilan tidied herself up. Though she was somewhat tired after playing for so long, she still prepared to dance. Whenever Master listened to music in the past, she would always accompany it with a dance.

She rose to her feet, smoothed her skirt, and struck a pose to begin dancing.

But Chen Duan suddenly smiled. "No need to dance."

"Everyone, enjoy the music!"

After a pause, he raised a hand and pointed at the empty chairs beside them. "Sit."

At his words, the three women all sat down.

Soon, a beautiful melody flowed from the pipa.

Today's tune was gentle and winding, carrying hints of lighthearted liveliness.

The three women closed their eyes and listened to the exquisite melody, intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Yet after listening for a while, Yue Jinghong opened her eyes, having detected something amiss.

Though the pipa still sounded pleasing to the ear, it somehow felt as if it lacked something compared to before.

At that moment, Chen Duan suddenly told Yan Lingwei to stop as well.

"Master, what is it?" Yan Lingwei asked, suddenly nervous as she halted her playing.

"This tune... isn't right." Chen Duan's brows drew together slightly, his gaze falling upon the pipa in her hands. "What happened? Did you replace this pipa?"

He examined the pipa closely. Although it looked largely identical to the previous one, with the same shape and patterns, his keen