"Mu Rou's zither music is truly divine, especially her melody. Even though she seems like a little elf, I didn't feel so strongly earlier. But now, as the notes linger in my ears, my emotions are changing with the music - when it's sad, I feel sad; when it's cheerful, I feel cheerful."
Walking on the streets of the Imperial City, the sky was now dark. Instead of quieting down, the streets were more vibrant, lit up by lanterns that illuminated the surroundings with a warm, red glow. Many pedestrians were strolling along the streets, enjoying the nightlife.
Dawu city had no curfew. There was music and celebrations every night, making it even more bustling than during the day.
Chu Xiaoniang tilted her head, deep in thought.
"A thought can create a god, a thought can create a demon. That's the fluctuations of your mind," said Chu Yuan. "Open that scroll and take a good look at the woman in the painting."
"Oh? Is there something strange about it?"
Chu Xiaoniang asked curiously.
