She pinched one of the strings on her mother's guzheng. Squeezing her eyelids, she swallowed as she recalled the last time her mother coughed blood while singing. It was Spring and blossoms were sprinkling down the branches.
Hardly, Xing Huan pushed her urge to play the notes harmoniously.
"You can do it!"
Came the murmur from behind and she felt the shiver shattering and scattering down her body, it was replaced with a pleasant heat. It was Li Shu down the platform, she was standing beside Fu Liu, the guards, and Lady Wang Min.
Xing Huan collected her courage and the rest of the musicians joined the melody and her lips parted.
Li Shu flinched as she heard her voice! She had no inkling that her highness was gifted with such a beautiful voice, but there was sorrow mingled in her tune.
Not only that, this ballad was written by her and it could express how the late Queen sunk into a void all alone.
"Was there, a girl,
