"But Shen Biqun is Miss Shen, born into a scholarly family and also a candidate for Crown Princess. She must be highly accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Why would she need a pipa master to teach her?" Song Qingshu suddenly found it rather strange.
"I'm not entirely sure either." Zhao Min furrowed her delicate brows. "Perhaps she needs someone to provide accompaniment when she enters the palace."
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. This world did indeed have the custom of providing dowries. A dowry included not only maidservants, but also talented people with other skills.
"Could it be that the County Princess plans to apply for the position of Han Chinese pipa master?" Song Qingshu teased. With Zhao Min's skill at the qin, she was more than qualified for such a position.
The corners of Zhao Min's lips lifted slightly as she said calmly, "I'm not applying. You are."
"Me?" Song Qingshu was instantly dumbfounded. "I can't even tell gong, shang, jue, zhi, and yu apart. How am I supposed to be a pipa master?"
"What does that matter?" Zhao Min said dismissively. "I'll teach you."
"Uh, forget it. I think it would be better if you went yourself." In his previous life, he had been tone-deaf. Just thinking about playing the qin gave Song Qingshu a headache.
"Prince Wei's Manor is fraught with danger. Murong Jingyue might even be hiding inside. Are you really so heartless as to let a weak woman like me risk herself?" Zhao Min looked at him pitifully, even deliberately making her eyes glisten with tears to strengthen her case.
Song Qingshu had to admire Zhao Min's acting. Compared to certain young actresses of his later era who needed eyedrops for crying scenes, Zhao Min could summon tears at will. Her acting was