It's not exactly like playing the zither to a cow, but not much better either.
Xu Chang'an stood up, prepared everything, and then sat cross-legged, balancing the tail of the zither while placing its head on his leg, maintaining a delicate balance in his posture.
Only those who are well-versed in music understand that placing the zither on the knees is unstable, requiring balanced strength in all parts of the body to play freely, demanding a mature and solid foundation in zither skills.
He wasn't really that bad; he just couldn't compare to the ladies of Muyu Peak.
Seeing her husband sit down, Yun Qian suddenly quieted, instinctively slowing even her breathing.
Xu Chang'an didn't say anything unnecessary. After sitting down, he closed his eyes, adjusting his breathing.
Yun Qian watched Xu Chang'an's gradually serious expression, unsure if it was confidence or something else. She felt her husband was very different from usual, making it hard to look away.
