The master of the Beiming Family is someone whose actions depend on their mood. When in a good mood, they naturally lend a hand. But when in a bad mood and of no use, that dog can only be used as live cannon fodder...
In a luxurious garden at the southeastern corner of the Beiming Mansion... On a pavilion, an ancient long qin, a woman dressed in snow-white clothes, a pot of tea.
At this moment, the woman was continuously and elegantly playing the ancient long qin placed on the small table with graceful music that lingered. Those who understood qin would naturally appreciate the flavor; those who didn't would find it a discordant noise.
"Xiaoyu, why do I feel a hint of bitterness in your music? Do you have lingering thoughts?"
The qin music suddenly stopped as Qing Fu, who had been guarding Beiming Yu and never leaving her side, walked out of the garden. Still dressed in a black cloak from head to toe, revealing no appearance, not even fingertips.
