"What zither are you playing in the middle of the night?"
"I was seeing Ziyu off."
Zhao Rong choked on a sip of wine.
"Wenruo, is it that once your zither music stops, five hundred axemen will jump out of the water surrounding Lake Heart Pavilion and come in to chop me into mincemeat?"
Lin Wenruo was startled, looked up, smiled slightly, and the zither music continued inside Lake Heart Pavilion, while outside, the night was as dark as ink. "Ziyu is joking," he said.
"The rain has stopped, and Ziyu, weren't you planning to leave at dawn?"
"That's your excuse for disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night."
Lin Wenruo looked over at the estate sleeping under the moonlight and sighed. "Qinqchi's zither music is hardly a disturbance to anyone's dreams; in the end, wasn't it only you, Ziyu, who sought it out?"
"Among all these common folk, only you, Ziyu, understand me."