Zhao Changhe’s face turned as red as an eggplant from embarrassment.1

Did you really think that you’re someone who can learn sword and saber intents with a glance? Making a fool of others is one thing, but this time you’ve made a fool of yourself!0

Did you really learn those things on your own? It was really thanks to the golden foil that slowed down and demonstrated those scenes dozens or even hundreds of times so that you could imitate them!0

Besides, being talented at martial arts doesn’t mean that your talent translates to music. Understanding how it’s done in your mind is one thing, but executing it yourself is a whole different matter.0

“Um... I, I’ll come back another day? I, I need to go and finish telling my maid a story first...” Seeing that the string was broken and the guqin could no longer be played, Zhao Changhe found a poor excuse and fled as if his life depended on it.0

Tang Wanzhuang watched him leave with a straight face, not taking her eyes off him until he turned the corner of the waterside pavilion and disappeared. Suddenly, she chuckled softly and murmured, “No wonder he gets along so well with Buqi, they’re both clearly big children.”0

The maid was crying softly. “The string...”0

“Come on, don’t cry, don’t cry. Tomorrow, I’ll help you teach him a lesson.”0

“Young...0