The music of the zither glided gracefully through the garden. The melody sounded like a young girl in love, pouring her heart out to the man she loved.
This was the scene in the pavilion that stood out like a sore thumb in Lu Yunshuang's eyes as soon as she stepped into the garden.
Chen Qiyu was playing the zither, looking seductively at the man seated in front of her.
The enticing look in her eyes looked like it was about to overflow.
Lu Yunshuang was seething with rage when she saw this.
Chen Qiyu, so daring and shameless doing such a thing under broad daylight. Who were you trying to seduce?
She sneered coldly as she strode toward the pavilion.
Chen Qiyu spotted the person walking toward her, suddenly her fingers plucked and there was a snapping sound. The zither's string broke.
"Crown Prince, my hand hurts…" She showed the finger that had been cut by the broken string, giving a pitiful look at the man seated opposite her.
