Requesting an Audience with Duke Wei

At those words,

Jiang Yuechu leaned back slightly and said without changing expression, "You remembered wrong."

"You're lying!"

Wei Qing's eyes widened. She looked ready to pounce and bite Jiang Yuechu.

"In Liangzhou, in the pavilion behind my house! You played a piece, and you played it beautifully!"

Jiang Yuechu remained impassive.

"I forgot."

Seeing that Jiang Yuechu was unmoved,

Wei Qing gritted her teeth, squeezed in beside her, and wrapped both hands around one of her arms.

"Dear Yuechu..."

"Just help me this once!"

"I know you're the best. You wouldn't bear to watch those people laugh at me, would you?"

"Please..."

As she spoke, she rubbed her cheek against Jiang Yuechu's sleeve.

Jiang Yuechu had always yielded to softness, never force.

Faced with this shameless onslaught of coaxing...

she had no defense at all.

"Let go."

"I won't!" Wei Qing held on tighter. "I'm not letting go until you agree! I'll cling to you all day!"

"..."

Jiang Yuechu sighed helplessly.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her brow.

It was true...

Playing the zither was no great difficulty for her.

As Jiang Xun's daughter, her former self

had been raised from childhood to be a proper young lady of a great house.

What was more...

she thought of the Unfailing Memory she had acquired not long ago.

Now, even the most obscure score would be etched into her mind after a single glance, never to be forgotten.

It was just...

with her temper these days,

if she really went to a gathering like that...

Jiang Yuechu opened her eyes and looked at the girl hanging off her. "Think this through. You know what I'm like."

"If someone without eyes offends me that day, or Prince Jing says something I don't care to hear..."

"I'm afraid I might