Before Nan Tian could ask, the crisp and melodious sound of the guzheng echoed, and she saw with her own eyes the slender strings being continuously plucked!
"W-What the hell! Is this place haunted?!" Nan Tian widened her eyes and stuttered.
The guzheng's sound paused, and the strings stopped moving. Immediately, Nan Tian felt someone pat her shoulder twice, and An Yiqing's voice came again.
"I played just now, what haunting?!" An Yiqing's tone carried a trace of exasperation, "Later, tell the servants to place a light gauze screen on the stage, then create a smoky style. You just sit in front of the guzheng and pretend, I'll play the piece."
Nan Tian stood dazed for quite a while, finally sorting out the mess in her head.
"So, you mean you're going to play for me, and I just need to sit in front of the guzheng and pretend? Won't this be found out?" Nan Tian wasn't worried about exposing herself but was more concerned that An Yiqing would be implicated.
