In the early morning, the bright sunshine sprinkled down in the Nalan family's ancestral courtyard, cloaking the lake on the west side of the courtyard in a golden veil that shimmered brightly.
In a small two-story building by the lake, Nalan Xiangxiang had already risen from bed.
Upon learning that the bigwigs from the Imperial City had come to Dalian and that the situation had become unpredictable, she did not go to find Chen Fan after getting up. Instead, she stayed alone in the study and played the guzheng.
The melodious sound of the guzheng spread out from the small building, lingering in the Nalan ancient house's courtyard, unceasing for a long time.
While Nalan Xiangxiang was engrossed in playing the guzheng, oblivious to the outside world, a highly anticipated press conference was convened in a news hall at the Dalian International Convention Center.
