Zheng Mei was the woman arranged for Chu Ning by the Elder of the Zheng Family, also his distant great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter.
While the Elder of the Zheng Family cheerfully broke the news, at that moment, in another courtyard, Zheng Qi stood outside the pavilion, listening to a woman playing the guqin.
The woman was delicate and tender, with skin like snow, eyebrows like willow leaves, and eyes like autumn waters. Her slender jade fingers plucked the strings of the Yao Qin, producing a sound that was like weeping and pleading, causing one's heart to tremble.
As the piece concluded, the woman looked towards Zheng Qi, "Xiao Qi, why have you come?"
Zheng Qi looked at his sister with a worried expression, "Sister, has something happened?"
He had caught the lament in the sound of the guqin.
"Nothing's happened." Zheng Mei smiled as she put away the Yao Qin, and asked with curiosity, "Why did you come at this time?"