Transmigrating into Plum Blossom Brand: Frost-Colored

“...The first time I saw you, I was deeply captivated by you. Your eyes were bright and limpid, like water, and your smile carried a hint of sorrow. Your delicate, lovely face was so refined, so utterly untouched by the world. You sat there among the diners, so dignified and noble, so quiet and graceful. Pure and tender, like a pristine lotus just rising from the water, not a speck of dust upon it. You held your pipa and sang. The lyrics poured from your throat one after another, like a stream flowing gently over rocks, soft and murmuring. Like fine rain pattering against the roof tiles, tinkling out a beautiful little poem. A little melancholy, a little tender... Like silk spun by a spring silkworm, strand after strand, wrapping tightly around my heart. Yingshuang, I've never felt this way before. I've watched so many dance troupes perform, but no girl has ever stirred my heart. But you're different, Yingshuang. After hearing just one little song, I was utterly entranced, completely out of my mind with longing for you... How can you torment me like a lovely little demon...”

I squeezed the pipa in my hands as hard as I could, keeping my head down and trying to look gentle. I fought the urge to hurl it straight at his face or kick him over. After all, the man before me was a prince of the palace household. We really couldn't afford to offend him.

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