Planting Seeds Of Rebellion In Queen Xiulan's Heart

As the moon cast its silvery light upon the Moonlit Gardens, Queen Xiulan found herself drawn once more to the familiar melody. The soft strains of Wang Jian's guqin called to her, a beacon in the sea of her emotional turmoil.

Tonight, his music was different. It carried a hint of mischief, a playful energy that danced alongside the familiar yearning. As she approached, Wang Jian greeted her with a slight bow. "Your Majesty," he said, his voice like smooth silk, "you grace these gardens with your presence once again."

Queen Xiulan, a faint smile playing on her lips, acknowledged him with a nod. "Your music," she admitted, "it offers a welcome respite from the burdens of the day."