Yan Conghe?
Yan Qishan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "That was my great-great-granduncle, according to seniority, I should indeed call him great-great-granduncle."
"It really was him." Tai Qing gnashed her teeth, looking at Yan Qishan and said, "You bear a strong resemblance to him."
Yan Qishan touched his face: "When I was young, indeed my father and others said the same."
He thought for a bit and then said, "You said your name is Tai Qing? I remember now, my father mentioned that my great-great-granduncle once wished to marry a lady, a master of zither arts, surnamed Tai? Could it be you?"
Tai Qing was startled, then sneered, "He even said he wanted to marry me? What a bundle of lies. If he truly wanted to marry me, why bother disappearing without a trace? I waited and waited, my eyes almost wore out, but his figure never appeared. Due to my disheartened sorrow, I fell ill and never recovered, ultimately coughing up my heart blood and dying on this zither."
