There is a Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the capital. The beauties in the pavilion all have talents in one of the arts, whether they are zither, harp, flute or xiao, and each also has a lingering past. The author uses art as the title to slowly unfold their stories like a picture scroll...
[The writing style is gentle and exquisite, with both HE and BE. There is absolutely no imbecile plot or brainless misunderstanding. Everyone can read with confidence]
Intent: An original story crafted by the author over many years. Can you please stop and read it?