"You're not an outsider, so it's no problem for you to see the girl's zither." Qinling thought for a moment and said, "Usually no one knows about the things here, so it makes me happy to show off a bit to you."
A hidden jewel for too long results in situations like this.
Xu Chang'an: "..."
This senior uncle is really... genuine.
"Just a regular seven-string zither is fine." Xu Chang'an said helplessly.
"Got it." Qinling stood up, glanced at her nightgown, and decided that there was no need for so many formalities. She knelt on the ground, opened the zither case, and lifted the soft white cloth.
A light-colored guqin lay flat on the zither table, the silver strings reflected faintly under the dim firestones. The zither body was three feet six inches and five long, adorned entirely with the word "Rhythm."
It was a very beautiful zither, but Xu Chang'an didn't feel any Spiritual Qi from it, so he sighed in relief.
