Acting As A Musician

Wang Jian knew a direct approach wouldn't work. He had to subtly weave himself into Queen Xiulan's life, presenting himself as a solace in her turmoil. So, under the cloak of night, he materialized within the Moonlit Gardens, a secluded haven the Queen frequented for quiet contemplation.

 

He brought his guqin, a seven-stringed zither, to life. The melody that flowed from his fingertips was a poignant lament, filled with a melancholic beauty that resonated with the Queen's wounded heart. The sound drifted through the air, reaching Queen Xiulan's chambers, stirring a flicker of curiosity within her.

 

Intrigued, she ventured out into the moonlit gardens, her footsteps light on the dew-kissed grass. The sight that greeted her was unexpected. A lone figure, shrouded in a dark cloak, sat amidst the blooming night lilies, his fingers dancing across the guqin's strings.