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Outside the Ink Fragrance Lodge at Duke Li Guo Mansion's
Mo Ziqi sat cross-legged under a century-old pine tree, an ancient zither made of agarwood resting on his lap. The instrument was plump, coated in black lacquer, with a fine detail of flowing water patterns. Jade bridges, jade nut, jade foot, round Dragon Pool, rectangular Phoenix Marsh—if one were knowledgeable, they would recognize it as the Chain-style Zither made by the prestigious Lei Wei family.
Unfortunately, Fei'er did not understand zithers. All she knew was that the sound of the zither was the most beautiful she had ever heard in her life, like music from heaven. It was as melodious and clear as a mountain spring playing among the Qingluan, as carefree and unhindered as the proud breeze passing through the willow tips, as gentle and delicate as the colorful butterflies flitting through flower clusters, as chillingly noble as the red plum blossoming amidst the flurry dancing snow...