When they heard Sunday say that he also understood music theory, both Tang Yuehua's and Xue Qinghe's eyes lit up.
Xue Qinghe said with some amazement:
"You truly are a man of many talents, sir. Not only are you profoundly learned and exceptionally powerful, but you are also well versed in music theory. You have my admiration."
He certainly did not believe Sunday knew only a little. After all, who was Ning Rongrong? Heaven Dou City's notorious little devil. Even with their teacher-student relationship, getting her to acknowledge his skill in music theory would be no easy feat.
Tang Yuehua nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, Miss Rongrong is exceptionally particular about music theory. If even she acknowledges you, sir, I fear that I, the pavilion mistress, may not be your equal."
Ning Fengzhi smiled, took a sip of tea, and added his agreement.
"Indeed. I never imagined you possessed such extraordinary talents, sir. Having you here is truly Heaven Dou's good fortune."
Tang Yuehua glanced at the performance below, which was nearing its end, and asked Sunday softly:
"As it happens, the Moonlight Pavilion's ceremony is almost over. Might you grace us with a piece, sir, so that we ordinary folk may also enjoy your music?"
Hearing Tang Yuehua's request, Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe both gave her a surprised look, inwardly marveling at her boldness.
Sunday glanced at Tang Yuehua at her words and did not refuse. It was only a matter of playing a song, after all; there was nothing wrong with sharing music.
Besides, he had noticed Tang Yuehua's unusual behavior today. Throughout their conversation, she had kept hinting that she wanted to speak privately. Sunday also wanted to see what she was scheming.
"Since Pavilion Mistress Tang has asked, I shall offer my humble performance. Please make