My Name-Qin Wangchuan

Upon hearing this, Su Yingxue trembled violently, her fingers instinctively clenching the hem of her skirt.

She almost jumped up from her seat, but she managed to restrain herself and slowly sat back down.

"I resented it...of course I resented it." She took a deep breath, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of disturbing something. "But being stripped of my bones and being imprisoned in the Cold Palace ...are not necessarily related."

The girl lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the pattern on her sleeve. "Father... he did it because he hates me..." She suddenly choked up halfway through her sentence, and hurriedly raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.

Qin Wangchuan noticed that even as she spoke, her back remained ramrod straight, maintaining the most proper posture.

This is the result of years of court etiquette ingrained in one's very being.

Even when she spoke of her sorrows, a faint yet stubborn light still flickered in her eyes, like a firefly in the cold night, stubbornly believing in the coming of dawn.

"Actually..." Su Yingxue suddenly smiled faintly, her eyes still wet with tears, "The Bone-Snatching technique didn't really feel real to me. That thing was useless to me, it just really hurt at the time... but that's all in the past!"

She spoke with astonishing calmness, as if she were talking about someone else's business.

There was no resentment in those clear eyes, only a resigned acceptance of fate.

Qin Wangchuan's eyes flickered slightly.

If such an experience had happened to an ordinary person, they would probably have been consumed by resentment, but she was still able to maintain this clarity of mind.

Despite suffering injustice, they can still maintain a clear understanding—distinguishing between the cruel tricks of fate and the wickedness of human nature.

The girl suddenly looked up, her eyes clear. "Why... why did you suddenly ask that, brother?"

Qin Wangchuan shook his head; perhaps he knew how to resolve this karmic debt.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, then suddenly said, "Now that we're out of the Cold Palace, we should have somewhere to go."

He smiled slightly. "I know a place where everyone is unconventional, yet incredibly tolerant. Your personality would be perfect for that."

"Where... where?" Su Yingxue blinked her still reddened eyes.

"Middle Thousand Provinces, Wen Dao Palace."

As the girl pondered, her fingers unconsciously tightened around her sleeve. "This... Father would never agree to this..."

Qin Wangchuan chuckled lightly, casually brushing away non-existent dust from her shoulder. "It's alright."

When he looked up, his eyes seemed to sparkle like a river of stars. "That's enough for me."

"Su Yingxue, many people in this world are watching you. Your father is watching, and so am I. They will all be watching you after you go to the Wen Dao Palace."

How do you feel about me?

Upon hearing this, Su Yingxue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Brother is naturally the best..."

The words had barely left her mouth when she suddenly realized something, hurriedly looking up with a hint of panic and embarrassment in her eyes. "Ah, I... I don't know my brother's name..."

A ray of sunlight pierced through the carved window frame, casting dappled shadows on the teacups between the two people.

Amidst the rising steam of tea, Qin Wangchuan's silhouette appeared both exceptionally clear and exceptionally distant.

"The Qin Clan, Qin Wangchuan."

"Your bones are what I have obtained."

His sleeve swept across the table, carrying a faint, cool fragrance.

This action allowed Su Yingxue to see the unfathomable depths in his eyes—there was no guilt, no pity, only an almost cruel honesty.

Su Yingxue was taken aback at first upon hearing this, then she chuckled softly.

The blush on her cheeks faded, and a relieved smile curved her lips, "I see..."

The girl's slender fingers unconsciously traced her back, her fingertips trembling slightly. "No wonder... no wonder brother came."

Her voice was as soft as a feather falling to the ground, yet it possessed an indescribable clarity.

Qin Wangchuan saw the fear in her eyes recede like the tide, replaced by a strange tranquility.

That gaze was so clear, yet it carried an inexplicable sense of relief.

"Here..." Su Yingxue suddenly grabbed Qin Wangchuan's sleeve and guided his hand to the back of her neck.

His fingertips first touched the girl's warm skin, then he could clearly feel the protruding bones beneath. "There's still half left."

She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, yet her smile was radiant.

"But brother can't take it anymore..." Her voice suddenly choked up, "Because... it really... hurts..."

The fame of the Mystic Sound Pavilion originated from a disciple of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion who was exceptionally talented a thousand years ago.

Since her departure, although the plaque bearing the name "Xuanyin" still hangs in the pavilion, it has gradually fallen silent, like a soulless shell.

Until a year ago--

Mystic Sound Fairy was invited by the Pavilion Master behind the scenes.

From that day on, the Mystic Sound Pavilion, which had been silent for many years, suddenly rang nine times, Nine Heavens Prelude Phoenix Lamp on the top of the pavilion, which had been silent for a hundred years, lit up on its own, its radiance illuminating half of the Imperial Capital.

Mystic Sound Pavilion once again became the most luxurious place in the entire Imperial Capital.

The so-called fairy is of course not her True Name; it's just that mortals are not worthy to know it.

The Mystic Sound Pavilion is circular, with a height-adjustable Zither Platform in the center.

Above the Zither Platform, a mystical mist swirled.

The Mystic Sound Fairy, dressed in a plain white Flowing Immortal Dress with wide sleeves, sat gracefully before the jade table. Her skirt spread out like clouds, shimmering with a hazy glow under the moonstone.

As she lowered her eyes to play the zither, a few strands of her dark hair fluttered in the wind, revealing the vermilion mark between her brows—like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, beautiful yet not gaudy, pure yet stunning.

As her delicate hands plucked the strings, the jade bells by her ears swayed without wind, each gentle tremor rippling with visible Spiritual Qi.

The ripples touched the Bronze Chime Bells hanging in the pavilion, causing them to ring out on their own, intertwining with the Zither Music to create a heavenly melody.

"The melody performed by Mystic Sound Fairy truly made us feel as if we were hearing celestial music!" Fan Zi clapped his hands in praise, the jade pendant with the character "Fan" hanging from his waist shining brightly under the lamplight—it was the Young Master of the Fan Clan, the head of the six great families in the Imperial Capital.

He enjoys collecting beautiful women and has already married thirty wives, with countless concubines.

But after meeting Mystic Sound Fairy, he spent all his time in the Mystic Sound Pavilion, neglecting even Lineage affairs.

She's so beautiful. Fan Zi has never seen a woman whose temperament and appearance are both so perfect.

If I could marry her and bring her home...

He pressed her onto the piano... she played from behind... with her slender, jade-like hands...

How wonderful that would be!

It's just too difficult.

Given the status of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, and since force is not an option, the only recourse is to win her heart with Zither Music.

Although I studied the piano for a while, I couldn't play anything coherent, so I had to give up.

Even so, Fan Zi's eyes still gleamed with a determined light.

"Such skill in playing the zither is truly the work of a fairy descended from heaven..." another man exclaimed in deep admiration.

He is the young master of Heavenly Sound Valley.

They followed the Mystic Sound Fairy from elsewhere.

Heavenly Sound Valley is an ancient force of the Ten Directions Immortal Court. Although it is not as powerful as Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, it is still quite extraordinary.

Unlike Fan Zi, this person was proficient in music.

Furthermore, they learned that the true identity of this Mystic Sound Fairy was the Holy Maiden of the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion.

Unfortunately, despite repeatedly displaying his musical skills and exhausting his Zither Dao, he still failed to catch the eye of the Mystic Sound Fairy.

Just as an ordinary person trying to pluck the moon from the heavens is ultimately a foolish delusion.

The kindred spirit she sought was the First Person.

Just then, a woman in a red dress interrupted the Zither Music with a sneer.

Xiao Hongling's lips curled into a mocking smile, her gaze sweeping across the assembled guests like a blade, finally settling on Mystic Sound Fairy on the high platform:

"I heard you were putting on airs here, so I came early on purpose. But I don't think you've improved much since before."