Seeing the intense anticipation in Qin Wanyue's eyes, Zeng Anmin felt a touch of intoxication rise in his heart.
Unhurriedly, he poured himself a cup of wine and slowly rose to his feet.
"I had always wanted to complete that half-verse too, but until just now, I had no inspiration."
At those words, the disappointment of her dashed hopes showed in Qin Wanyue's dimming eyes.
Forcing a smile, she said, "Writing cannot be forced. It will be fine if you complete it another day."
Having said that, she lowered her head and fell silent.
Zeng Anmin chuckled softly at the sight.
He gently drained the fine wine in his cup, then lifted his head, revealing a chin sharp as if carved by a blade.
"But now... I have felt something stir in my heart."
"Oh?"
At those words, Qin Wanyue abruptly raised her head, her eyes brimming with delight.
"I simply wonder whether Miss Qin would be willing to play a tune on the pipa and lend me some inspiration?"
Zeng Anmin smiled and looked openly at Qin Wanyue.
Ever since transmigrating here, he had never once listened to music.
A faint blush crept across Qin Wanyue's face...
Zeng Shilin was very busy.
Over the past few days, with Prince Jiang's downfall and the arrest of Prince Jiang's followers, Fengqi Road's officialdom had been thrown into upheaval.
Many official posts throughout Two Rivers Prefecture now stood vacant.
Matters great and small, trivial and miscellaneous, had nearly all piled up on his desk.
He was so busy each day that his head spun.
At last, he set the final document in his hands aside and let out a long breath.
"Qi Wei."
Only then did he notice that the sky had already begun to darken.
"Master."
Uncle Qi, his body