"Go, have someone inform Yu'er to get ready..."
"Yes."
...
Imperial Music Bureau, Qingya House.
Yu'er was lying on the bed, her skirt lifted, her pale legs swinging back and forth.
In front of her lay an old, yellowed book with various illustrations sketched out, each accompanied by annotations:
[High difficulty, use with caution], [Master likes this, taught without reservation], [Hesitant and indecisive, proceed upon sighting the opportunity]...
Not far away, Gu Manzhi sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes slightly closed, with sutras emerging on her forehead, her body radiating a splendid divine light.
Ever since the incident at the Purple Huai Workshop, an unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in her heart.
It wasn't just because Li Yuan and Chen Mo had become intimately involved, but rather the look in Chen Mo's eyes when he gazed at Li Yuan—
Tender, doting, as if he were beholding a rare treasure.
There was a time when he used to look at her in the same way...
