"Massage my shoulders!"
Jiang Xiaobai spoke, giving his shoulder a pat.
This woman had been peeking over his shoulder for so long. Surely she could not get away with watching for free?
This time, however, the Elder Princess showed no reaction.
She stepped forward, raised her hands, and began gently kneading Jiang Xiaobai's shoulders.
Indeed, her mind was full of questions.
Was the diagram Jiang Xiaobai had just drawn really meant for inviting the envoys from the two nations to tea?
But how could merely drinking tea kill half their people and still have them applauding?
She truly could not fathom it.
She had also considered whether Jiang Xiaobai was joking.
After all, the whole thing sounded like a tale from the Arabian Nights.
But... from his conversation with Zhang Xinnian, she had sensed Jiang Xiaobai's confidence.
So, by her reckoning, there had to be something more to it.
Jiang Xiaobai must have been keeping something hidden.
But... what could it be?
As the Elder Princess's doubts deepened, Jiang Xiaobai spread out another sheet of blank paper, picked up his brush, and began writing again, his expression serious.
This time, he was writing a musical score.
He did not know whether that master from the Lake Pavilion would come again.
If the master did, he would offer this score as an easy favor.
After all, the master had helped him deal with all those assassins the night before.
Otherwise, the Marquis's Residence would have gotten entangled in at least some trouble.
Standing behind him, the Elder Princess shifted her gaze back to the paper as Jiang Xiaobai began writing.
When she made out its contents, surprise flashed in her eyes.
A musical score?
This fellow... could write music too?
But she soon recalled the Prelude to Water Melody that Jiang