"Grandmother, my favorite instrument is naturally the guqin." Turning to the servant in charge of the instruments, she said, "Go fetch my 'Hao Zhong.'"
'Hao Zhong?'
Gu Youyou was slightly startled.
She had the fortune to hear the legends about the famous zither Hao Zhong. In Zhuzhao Country, which did not exist in any historical records, she wondered if this Hao Zhong was the same as the one in the legends.
If it was, then she would indeed be feasting her eyes.
It wouldn't be a wasted journey after all.
Before long, someone brought out an ancient qin of peach wood color. Just from its appearance, the craftsmanship was refined, with gold wrapping around both ends and silver threads, inlaid with green gemstones.
Yue Ruxue took it, her eyes gently sweeping over everyone in the room, and finally settling on Jin Zijin. She smiled brightly with confidence.
