Qu Tan'er had been quiet for so long, she finally spoke, "If you want a zither, it's easy, that... come here for a moment." She was referring to Qu Ruhua's female assistant, who happened to have a zither with her.
Before long, the zither was opened and delivered to Mo Liancheng's side.
Qu Tan'er stepped forward, touched the zither, and said pretentiously, "This zither is so-so, Chengcheng, just make do with it."
"Hmm," a certain master held back his laughter. Even the finest zither would have been deemed so-so by her.
She didn't understand at all...
Mo Liancheng picked up the zither, did not go to the stage, and sat cross-legged on the couch, placing the zither on his lap. With slender jade fingers, he lightly plucked the strings—twang! The venue grew silent, and with a faint smile tinged with apology, he said, "We've caused a bit of trouble for Elder Duan just now. I'll play this piece as a way of apology."
