Song Min was a bit startled, but then, magically, she didn't resist at all, allowing Chen Mo to proceed. Even when her wedding dress was taken off, she just shivered slightly, remaining motionless.
Soon, an experience she had never felt before gradually spread throughout her body.
...
In the long night, the lights in Song Min's courtyard flickered on and off, intertwining with the sound of the pipa and whispers that seemed to cry and lament.
In contrast to the sweetness of the wedding chamber, Nalan Yiren, busy concocting poison in the adjacent courtyard, was startled by the sudden sound of the pipa, causing her to drop a porcelain bottle.
Nalan Yiren frowned. Who is playing the pipa at such a late hour? Isn't this a disturbance? And more importantly, it sounds like random playing rather than a complete melody.
She picked up the half-face mask from the desk, put it on, and stepped out of the room to see what was happening.
