Fanggu took one look at the situation and excused herself, giving instructions for the maid to bring up some tea and dishes, and also reminded the doorkeeper to serve them well, making sure there was no negligence.
The music soon began, and Yang Ruxin, not being particularly familiar with music, did feel that the tune was nice, melodious, and soothing. One could truly indulge in it if one closed their eyes.
"This is indeed quite a pleasant sensation," Yu Qingge remarked after taking a sip of his drink.
Yang Ruxin smiled, holding his cup without drinking, and glanced at the woman seriously playing the zither behind the curtain. His pupils contracted slightly. In modern times, there was lip-syncing, with actors holding microphones and mouthing the words on stage. Unexpectedly, in ancient times, there was fake playing too—Hong Ju seemed to be playing the zither, but her fingers weren't actually touching the strings at all.
