Cold Moon (5)

She got into the carriage and said goodbye to her mother. The emperor was heartless. He sacrificed his daughter for the stability of his throne.

The journey was long. She lifted the curtain dejectedly and looked at the eagles flying past, the fish at the bottom of the river, the wind, the rain, and the clouds. Everything was freer than her.

Under the light, Shen Miao swept the strings with tears rolling down her face, as if she had countless grievances to utter. She looked like a flower in the rain, trembling, making people want to protect her.

She sang until everyone in the hall was speechless, their eyes were red, and they felt suffocated. They were no longer as joyful as when Li Mei was dancing.

However, the sound of the Guqin suddenly became hurried, and her lyrics became sharper.