The Crying Beauty

Chu Qingchuan suddenly blinked, then gave a faint smile and waved her hand. "You may all leave for now. Only come back in when I tell you to!"

Sui'er and the other two maids left a little stunned, but respectfully bowed. "Yes, Madam," they replied.

Sui'er glanced emotionlessly at Chu Qingchuan, as if she didn't care about anything.

Then, Sui'er turned heel and left with the two maids.

Chu Qingchuan saw several maids leave, then got up and walked to the table with the Guqin in the corner of the room.

After she sat carefreely at the Guqin table, she placed both her hands on the Guqin and played energetically.

Soon enough, the sound of a beautiful song drifted in the room.

The twilight glow of the looming evening lit up the rooftop, as the lingering sound of her song spread far and wide.

Having left the building, Sui'er heard the Guqin and raised her thin eyebrows. 'Madam plays the Guqin really well!'