Jiang Qin chuckled. "Congratulations, Miss Wen. You got it right.
"Be sure to pick up a small gift at the front desk on your way out."
Wen Jiaqi was so happy to get a response she felt like she was about to faint.
It wasn't because she'd answered correctly, or because of the small gift. It was because Jiang Qin actually remembered her!
'She recognized me even in this dim light. How could I not be touched by that?'
Everyone in the booth with her stared, a mix of envy and jealousy in their eyes.
'A gift from Jiang Qin... they desperately wanted one, too!'
Those who had graduated from or were currently studying ancient culture felt like they had just missed out on the opportunity of a lifetime.
"The first song I'll be singing today is in that very dialect.
"The song is called *A Languid Tune*. I hope you all enjoy it."
With that, she lowered her head and began to play the pipa.
Crisp, melodious notes rang out.
*Green bricks by lacquered tiles,*
