"Oh, I thought you were going over to Heir Jiang to massage his shoulders!"
The White-Dressed Woman spoke.
"Heh, how could I possibly do that!"
At those words, the Elder Princess forced a smile and clenched her pearly teeth. "Why would I go massage his shoulders when I'm perfectly fine right here?"
As she spoke, the Elder Princess snorted again. "Even if someone were getting a shoulder massage, he would be the one giving it to me!"
"No need to be nervous, junior sister, or explain yourself. I... was only asking in passing!"
The White-Dressed Woman spoke softly, a clear hint of amusement in her expression.
With that, the White-Dressed Woman withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to look at the second score Jiang Xiaobai had written.
"Furrowed Brows in Vain"!
After studying it for a while, the wonder in the White-Dressed Woman's eyes grew stronger and stronger, until she could not resist placing both hands on the qin strings.
Twang!
As the first note rang out, the courtyard, which had still been somewhat noisy, immediately quieted considerably.
Almost everyone shifted their attention from the fight in the center to the White-Dressed Woman.
Even Tang Ningshuang looked over with surprise written all over her face.
Jiang Xiaobai raised his brows slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Indeed, the piece the White-Dressed Woman was playing was "Furrowed Brows in Vain," a classic accompaniment from Dream of the Red Chamber in his previous life.
The melody was soft and lingering, weeping and pleading. He believed anyone could hear the tender love woven through it.
Especially that longing for what could not be attained, that inability to let go-all of it lay hidden in each note.
Filled with admiration, Jiang Xiaobai listened to the music while turning his gaze