Wei Liuying and Yang Xian looked at each other then laughed.
Gao Ling looked at the two of them and sighed. She truly wondered how these two could be so similar to each other. Were they actually the same person inside? But that should be highly impossible since they clearly have different lives. One was an orphan of war while the other was a low concubine daughter.
Yet, they have similar gift when it came to their brain.
They were capable to create such complicated scheme in a short amount of time given to them.
"Anyway, I don't think I can hear you two play zither anymore. My ear is tortured by the sound alone," Gao Ling said with a grunt.
"In that case, I won't play again," Yang Xian said and retracted his hands. "I was never good when it came to delicate arts like this, so please pardon this one for making you hear such embarrassing song, Lady Gao."
Gao Ling rolled her eyes once more. Can't they speak normally, ah?
