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Although she already knew the outcome, she was still looking forward to this moment of embarrassment for the lowly commoner.
Everything was as Zheng Chuyi had expected, and no sound poured out from Chu Jin's fingertips.
The tense strings of the instrument did not even tremble.
A sharp pain immediately shot through Chu Jin's index finger, and unbeknownst to the others, a drop of bright red blood quickly fell along the string to the body of the instrument, merging with it and then disappearing without a trace.
"Pfft—" A snicker immediately filled the air, Jia Zhuo standing beside Zheng Chuyi laughed smugly, "Lowly blood is lowly blood, a commoner is a commoner! To actually think she had any ability! Sister Chuyi, congratulations, you've gained a new slave, and I must say, you have to lend her to me to play with for a couple of days."