In a pavilion, the graceful Princess Shen Yu was dressed in purple. She played the zither, her slender fingers creating a melodious and moving tune. As the sound of the zither filled the air, the water in the lake formed rippling waves. A light breeze lifted the curtains. The jade-like beauty resembled a goddess. After a long time, the music faded. 

Raising her chin slightly, she looked at Tianming with her starry eyes, her tender, yet imposing gaze locking on to his body like shackles. "I heard the Red Ghosts forced you to show yourself. You don’t think I did something so senseless and hateful, do you?" Princess Shen Yu smiled. 

"You must be joking. You’re too noble to do...