Chapter 848 - 850 Bridal Gifts (3)
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Outside the Ink Fragrance Lodge at Duke Li Guo Mansion’s
Mo Ziqi sat cross-legged under a century-old pine tree, an ancient zither made of agarwood resting on his lap. The instrument was plump, coated in black lacquer, with a fine detail of flowing water patterns. Jade bridges, jade nut, jade foot, round Dragon Pool, rectangular Phoenix Marsh—if one were knowledgeable, they would recognize it as the Chain-style Zither made by the prestigious Lei Wei family.
Unfortunately, Fei’er did not understand zithers. All she knew was that the sound of the zither was the most beautiful she had ever heard in her life, like music from heaven. It was as melodious and clear as a mountain spring playing among the Qingluan, as carefree and unhindered as the proud breeze passing through the willow tips, as gentle and delicate as the colorful butterflies flitting through flower clusters, as chillingly noble as the red plum blossoming amidst the flurry dancing snow...
The sound of the zither stopped abruptly, and the man playing the zither lifted his head, his cold gaze directed towards the maiden standing at the entrance. An air of unapproachable dignity radiated from his handsome yet indifferent face.
"What is it?"
His frown deepened as he looked over, slightly annoyed at being interrupted while playing the guqin amidst burning incense.
Fei’er was frightened by his displeased gaze and, blushing, bowed slightly, whispering, "I came especially to thank the son for saving my life. Now that I’m well, I was planning to go home, so I came to bid you farewell."
Mo Ziqi withdrew his gaze and calmly said, "You can’t leave now!"
Fei’er exclaimed, "Why?"
"Duke Li Guo’s Mansion has been confined by the emperor’s order. No one in the whole mansion is allowed to leave or enter. Violators will be punished by Disobedience to Imperial Decree!"
The man spoke carelessly, as if discussing a matter irrelevant to himself, showing no signs of fear or impatience.