At his words.
Jiang Yuechu leaned back slightly and said without changing her expression, "You remembered wrong."
"You're lying!"
Wei Qing's eyes widened. She looked ready to lunge at her and take a bite.
"When we were in Liangzhou, in the pavilion in my family's back garden! You played a piece, and you played it beautifully!"
Jiang Yuechu's expression remained calm.
"I've forgotten."
Seeing that Jiang Yuechu was unmoved,
Wei Qing gritted her teeth and squeezed right up beside Jiang Yuechu, wrapping both arms around one of hers.
"Dear Yuechu..."
"Just help me this once!"
"I know you're the best. You wouldn't bear to watch those people mock me, would you?"
"Please..."
As she spoke, she rubbed her cheek back and forth against Jiang Yuechu's sleeve.
Jiang Yuechu was the sort who yielded to softness, not force.
Faced with this shameless, wheedling assault...
She truly had no defense against it.
"Let go."
"No!" Wei Qing clung tighter. "I won't let go unless you agree! I'll cling to you forever!"
"..."
Jiang Yuechu sighed helplessly.
She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Actually...
Playing the zither really wasn't much of a challenge for her.
In her previous life, as Jiang Xun's daughter,
she had been raised from childhood to be a proper young lady of a noble family.
What was more...
She thought of the [Wide Learning and Strong Memory] she had acquired not long ago.
Now, even the most obscure and difficult musical score could be etched into her mind forever after just one glance.
It was just...
With her temper these days,
if she really went to an event like that...
Jiang Yuechu opened her eyes and looked at the young woman clinging to her. She said quietly,
"Have you thought this through? You know