After Qian Shanmu arrived, he walked to where the people from the Donghua Clan were at. Standing quietly in the crowd, he looked at the beautiful lady in the pavilion. At the moment, Qin Mengruo, who was in the pavilion, looked elegant. Her slender fingers stroked the guqin, and its strings started to move. The music was melodious and sweet.
The music had an extraordinary artistic conception, which seemed to shed a strand of colored light onto Qin Mengruo, granting her a sacred and noble temperament. As she played the guqin, her body seemed to be filled with a wonderful hue, like the sunlight and the breeze, bright and graceful.
It was a very easy piece of music. The beating notes depicted a peaceful and beautiful scene. The music, just like her own temperament, was noble and elegant, peaceful and glorious.
There seemed to be nothing special about the music. It was simple yet pleasant.
