Seeing Xiao Yu standing with his back to him, Feng Guangbai realized he had no intention of answering.
He turned to Qi Yunheng instead. At the sight of him wearing the robes of the King of Southern Zhao, his pupils trembled.
He lowered his eyes.
Then, suddenly, he asked, "Your Majesty, did you enjoy the piece this humble official played?"
Qi Yunheng paused slightly.
Without even turning his head, he kept his eyes on Xiao Yu.
"This King does not know you," he replied coolly.
Don't act familiar with me. An An might misunderstand.
Only when Xiao Yu heard Qi Yunheng's voice did he slowly come back to his senses.
He turned around.
And saw a beautiful...
"Woman?" Xiao Yu blurted out.
Feng Guangbai's expression changed, his face turning deathly pale.
He quickly recovered, a trace of coldness in his voice. "I am a man."
Xiao Yu froze.
He lifted his eyes slightly.
Realizing his mistake, he hastily said, "My apologies. I failed to look closely enough."
Seeing his sincerity, Feng Guangbai did not hold it against him. "No matter. This is not the first time I have been mistaken for one."
He had been pretty and adorable as a child, with girlish features. Once grown, he looked no different from a woman, and his short stature did not help. Being mistaken for a woman was a common occurrence.
It had caused him considerable trouble.
He gazed into the distance.
"It has been many years since anyone last heard me play," he said, as though speaking both to Xiao Yu and to himself.
"You happened to arrive at the right time."
Remembering that tender, lingering melody and what they had been doing, Xiao Yu's gaze flickered.
The tips of his ears reddened.
Seeing Xiao Yu staring at Feng Guangbai, Qi