Qin Liangyuan rolled her eyes, "Could it be self-composed by your third sister? That would be extraordinary, but don't you know about her composing a tune?"
If it was truly self-composed, wouldn't she play it in the mansion? Yao Menglian and the others claiming ignorance, who are they fooling?
Qin Liangyuan snorted coldly. Yao Menglian often followed behind her third sister, pretending to be aloof and proud, but in reality, she was just someone who liked to curry favor.
Gu Chengyu didn't expect Yao Mengxian to play this piece. He listened carefully for a moment, comparing it with himself, and concluded that he had the superior skill.
Yao Mengxian's performance of the piece was still not as proficient as his; perhaps she had not practiced much.
Kong Shuhuan, having watched Zhu Pang and Gu Chengyu whispering across, found her thoughts drifting from the music.
In all fairness, Zhu Pang wasn't bad-looking. Though his face was youthful, his features were quite delicate.
