Yun Sheng looked around, her gaze finally landed on a lute of the court musician.
Her voice was loud and clear, "At the Queen's birthday banquet, it is fitting for Yun Sheng to offer a performance. I shall play a piece."
She rose from her seat and, under Divine Wind's worried gaze, made her way to a seat in the front and sat down.
On Divine Wind's face, a hint of surprise appeared.
He did not know that Yun Sheng could play the lute?
At least, Yun Sheng had never played in front of him before.
After sitting down, Yun Sheng's mind was still dizzy from the effects of the drink.
Just now, she didn't know what had happened, a surge of irritation had rushed to her head, her words, her steps, all seemed out of control. By the time she realized what she had said, she was already in front of an ancient lute.
Could she play the lute?
Maybe, possibly, she should be able to.
Yun Sheng muttered to herself.
With all eyes on her, withdrawing was no longer an option.
