Youmeng staggered back as if she was unattended, supporting the round carved and hollowed-out red sandalwood partition door. She raised her head and accidentally saw the jade pipa hanging on the wall. Thousands of sadness surged into her heart. She reached out and gently stroked its smooth body, the cold strings, without a trace of warmth. She took it down.

"You...a pair of hands that have played countless wonderful sounds for me, but now you use it to kill people?"

Su Zhi was stunned and watched her approaching with the pipa in her arms, freed up her hand to hold his right hand, and held it tremblingly. She wanted to melt him with emotion, and asked him with tears: "You have so many people's blood on your hands, are you still missing me!"

"Don't want to threaten me! He is worthy of your death?" Su Zhi shook her hand away and took away the pipa from her arms. "Okay, every knife you cruelly stabbed in my heart will be ten times more than a hundred times on him!"

With the cruel words, the pipa swept through her eyes, landed on the ground with a loud noise, making a dull sound of breaking, which in a panic shocked her silent tears.

Youmeng was completely stunned, and even Su Zhi left coldly but could not bring her back to her senses.

It was not until a long time ago that she squatted to the ground in dismay, stretching her trembling hands towards the pipa. The head of the piano was broken, and the four strings were broken halfway, leaving the cold light reflected on the piano surface like a sharp blade ruthlessly mocking her unreachable feelings.

He actually ruined it with his own hands...

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Youmeng always remembers the scene when she first saw Su Zhi. It was late spring night and the moon was as cool as water.

As soon as she returned to the Princess's Mansion, she heard a faint sound of songs from Tannu Garden. She followed the sound and saw a man wearing thin clothes sitting on the bench of the pavilion corridor holding a pipa and playing on the ground.

When the man found out, she had walked to her. He recognized her and immediately put down his pipa and knelt in panic.

Seeing him lowering his head and silently speaking, Youmeng raised his chin with her index finger and saw his appearance clearly through the bright moonlight.

Si is a beautiful woman, with black hair hanging down her shoulders, her face is like a jade-like eye rippling, and her eyes look as gentle as the moonlight.

At this glance, it looked like a hot cinnabar, which was deeply imprinted in her heart from then on.

"You were the ones who just joined the mansion yesterday?" She was amazed at that time. The appearance of this man was in the Tannu Garden where beautiful men gathered, and she was one in a hundred.

His chin was resting on her fingertips and he tapped gently.

She asked, "What's your name?"

He twitched his lips and said nothing, his entangled eyes gradually made Youmeng understand. She couldn't help but frown: "It turned out to be a mute?"

She stopped sadly and let him go, got up and left.

"What a pity. I originally hoped that you could relieve this princess's boredom in the future." She sighed while sighing, "But who made you speechless? You have a good appearance in the air. What's the use of playing a pipa just by playing it?"

When Youmeng turned away from the corridor, she must not know what kind of loneliness and desolation was in Su Zhi's drooping eyes at that time.

Looking back on the past, Youmeng felt helpless and felt cold all over her body as if she was bullied by the wind and snow. She picked up the broken pipa and hugged it tightly in her arms, covering her heart like a beloved child. Tears poured out unscrupulously, covering her cheeks with a blazing heat...
Chapter completed!