The beauty wore a gown of golden silk with lotus-fiber trim and sat stiffly on a soft couch, holding a sandalwood pipa. A veil covered half his face. He slowly closed his eyes and began to perform "Song of the Pipa."
His pose, with the pipa half-concealing his face, captivated everyone below the stage. The pipa's melody was lilting and graceful, both lovely and moving. His talent seemed to spill from him in waves.
Perhaps he was unworthy of inheriting the Jin family's cultural legacy, built over decades, and did not deserve to be called a young master of the Jin family. He did not love performing opera, but he deeply loved the person who did.
"If you want to play the Consort, I'll drink with you until neither of us can stand. If you want to be Consort Yu, I'll be your Overlord of Chu."
That was his promise to him.
CP: A cool, beautiful gong x a cold and arrogant shou
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