That zither was wrapped up in a soft and silky cloth. After it has been unwrapped, they caught sight of a dark charred instrument. Honestly, it was truly a wonderful zither. In fact, the strings and the soundboard were all top-notch.

  Ning Xuemo tested a few strings. Not bad, she thought while nodding her head. It went very close to the kind of zither she needed and wanted to play with.

  However, Yan Ziyuan’s complexion changed as soon as she glimpsed that zither!

  This — wasn’t it the zither she once used?!

  And observing it more carefully, they did look like the same!

  But, was it a coincidence? Or was it really hers?!

  That zither in question, was the one she wanted to get rid of during an impetuous moment. Because of this, she asked her maid to throw it away anywhere. However, she herself was then very afraid she would regret it, so she never dared to ask its whereabouts.

  But, all of a sudden, she discovered a zither which was similar to hers! She felt very turbulent now, as if a stone has been casted into her heart. While calming herself down, she examined the zither for a second time, feeling even more certain.

  She couldn’t be mistaken! After all, she plucked it for a year, so she knew each part and string of it!

  Could it be that Gu Ziyan picked it up after it has been discarded? Then, what was his intention in doing so?

  In order to find some answers, she side glanced at him.

  However, Gu Ziyan didn’t meet her eyes at all. His face was expressionless. And at most, he would from time to time cough a few times.

  Rong Yan’s expression also changed when she recognized that zither. As a result, she started to question him: “Big Brother Ziyan, what about your usual…”


  Gu Ziyan carelessly answered: “So what? Since the zither is a Spiritual Tool, then one must take care of each kind of zither”


  Were those words meant for her? Yan Ziyuan slightly pursed her lips, while a strange feeling crept in her heart.

  Luckily, it didn’t last long, as Ning Xuemo started to touch the strings.

  The audience quietened down as soon as they heard the tinkles.

  Maybe because Ning Xuemo loved and could play many musical instruments, especially the zither, she was extremely talented in playing it.

  In her past lifetime, she felt extremely relaxed and captured whenever she plucked the strings, as if she possessed an innate gift. And, it was the same after her rebirth. Even her tutor was amazed by it. Moreover, not only she has surpassed her teacher in a span of a year, but no opponents could match her…


  If she didn’t train herself as a Special Agent in her past life, she would have most likely become a respected and well-known performer.

  Anyway, the piece she was playing right now was a famous song they never listened to, and it was called 《A Moonlit Night among Flowers by the Spring River》.

  {《春江花月夜》Chūnjiānghuāyuèyè: long yuefu poem by Zhāng Ruòxū [張若虛]: + + }

  The notes enveloped the listeners in a melodious atmosphere instantly. A beautiful scenery slowly unfolded before them as the sound became more remote.

  A big shining moon.

  The gurgling sound of flowing water.

  Moonlight rays floating on the river.

  Gleaming waves like fragmented silver.

  Blooming flowers on the riverbank.

  The water continued to flow, while the flowers started to wither and the moon started to fade away…


  Full moon, new moon; blooming flowers, rotting flowers; newborn humans, dying humans; only the river remained the same, as if the time followed its pace.

  No one dared to breath, as they were scared to disrupt such a poetic song.

  Translators were the most sensitive people. Hence, the musicians’ feelings were easily subjected by the acoustic fluctuations. Some of them couldn’t even contain the tears, as if they were really drawn in hazy riverbank view… In fact, they could clearly perceive the passing time and the fickleness of human lives…