Hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, Song Qingshu gave Huang Rong a strange look and winked at her. Huang Rong was so embarrassed she nearly wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground. Unfortunately, she had no way to refute him and could only turn her face away, refusing to look at him again.
Parents truly suffered for their children, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Rationally, Huang Yaoshi clearly admired his son-in-law Guo Jing's devotion to the country and its people, but as a father, he still felt heartache for his daughter.
Not caring much for his family was probably Guo Jing's only flaw. After all, in the original "Divine Condor" story, Huang Rong had encountered danger so many times and narrowly escaped disaster on several occasions. When she most needed her husband's protection, he had always been busy with official affairs in Xiangyang and was not by her side. If not for the protagonist's halo and Yang Guo repeatedly saving her, Huang Rong's fate would surely have been miserable. This was also something many Rong'er fans on later forums had quietly complained about.
After Huang Yaoshi spoke about his daughter and son-in-law for a while, he began reminiscing about old memories with his wife. At last, he gave a long sigh, took out his jade flute, and began to play, sending his longing to her from afar.
Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Though he was not skilled in music, he could still tell that this melody was extraordinary.
After a while, the tone of the flute abruptly changed, seeming at times like a soft laugh, at times like a low murmur, tender and alluring in countless ways. Song Qingshu's heart stirred, and he froze for a moment. "This melody seems rather strange. Why does it sound so good?" Having experienced all