The attendant immediately dragged Yu Wangxuan out of the reception room, closing the door behind them.
Only Tang Yuehua and Cao De remained in the reception room.
Tang Yuehua's mind was a muddle. She had no idea how to face Cao De.
Tang Yuehua turned to leave.
"Wait. Stay until you've heard this piece," Cao De said.
Tang Yuehua stopped and looked at Cao De.
Cao De took out a harp and slowly plucked its strings.
The lilting, ethereal melody of "Windy Hill" rang out.
It gradually soothed Tang Yuehua's restless heart.
Even after the piece ended, Tang Yuehua remained immersed in the music.
Cao De said gently, "I know your brother and Spirit Hall are enemies. But what I want to say is, don't let that affect your own life."
Cao De gazed into Tang Yuehua's eyes, waiting for her answer.
Meeting Cao De's eyes, Tang Yuehua hurriedly looked away. Her thoughts were too tangled for her to know how to answer him.
Cao De nodded and said, "I'll leave the sheet music here. You seemed to like it."
With that, Cao De walked out of the room.
Alone, Tang Yuehua picked up the sheet music from the desk and stared at it in a daze.
Cao De glanced back at Tang Yuehua, amusement in his eyes. Everything was going according to the scoundrel's plan.
Cao De entered the room and said to Qian Renxue, "I'm heading back tomorrow to see Bing'er and Huo Wu. Would you like to stay here or come back with me?"
Qian Renxue rubbed her chin, her eyes smiling. "I'll go with you. I want to see those two maids of yours too."
"All right," Cao De said with a smile.
That afternoon, in the pavilion at the center of the lake, Tang Yuehua