The gentle breeze swept over the Fengqiao Water for eight hundred miles. Gradually, the white mist on the river surface dissipated, and sunlight sparkled on the rippling waters, creating shimmering starlight. The surface of the water stirred with waves, bringing a refreshing scent that was heartening.
A beautiful and melodious tune drifted across the river. Following the sound of the zither wasn't difficult, and one could see a dragon boat not far away.
In the tower on the top floor of the dragon boat, Li Xihan sat cross-legged, smiling gently. Her flawless, jade-like hands stiffly plucked the strings of the ancient zither before her.
Upon hearing Li Xihan play this tune again, Yan Rufeng couldn't help but furrow his brow.
"Miss Xihan, the tune you're playing sounds somewhat familiar. May I ask where you learned it?"
Li Xihan suddenly pressed her hands against the strings, and the zither's sound abruptly ceased.
"Young Master Yan, is it that my playing is not to your liking?"