Chapter 1437: Chapter 1437: Fake Bullet (5)
Fanggu took one look at the situation and excused herself, giving instructions for the maid to bring up some tea and dishes, and also reminded the doorkeeper to serve them well, making sure there was no negligence.
The music soon began, and Yang Ruxin, not being particularly familiar with music, did feel that the tune was nice, melodious, and soothing. One could truly indulge in it if one closed their eyes.
âThis is indeed quite a pleasant sensation,â Yu Qingge remarked after taking a sip of his drink.
Yang Ruxin smiled, holding his cup without drinking, and glanced at the woman seriously playing the zither behind the curtain. His pupils contracted slightly. In modern times, there was lip-syncing, with actors holding microphones and mouthing the words on stage. Unexpectedly, in ancient times, there was fake playing tooâHong Ju seemed to be playing the zither, but her fingers werenât actually touching the strings at all.
If it werenât for Ruxinâs exceptional eyesight, if she hadnât been focusing on something other than the womanâs face, she wouldnât have noticed that the womanâs fingers werenât even touching the strings.
Hong Ju continued to play as if intoxicated, but suddenly, a green snake appeared on the strings, hissing at her. She was so frightened that she went pale and bolted upright, yet she couldnât make a sound.
Yet the zither music continued.
Yu Qingge blinked. Whatâs going on?
âLady Hong Ju,â Yang Ruxin loosened his whip and flung her to the ground, âHow about you explain? Or perhapsâŠâ
Hong Ju collapsed on the ground, not getting up. She knew if this got out, she was finishedânot to mention Fanggu would never let her off the hook.
At this time, Yu Qingge, curious, had made his way toward the source of the zither music. Behind the qin platform, there was a wooden wall, and the music was coming from the room next door.
In the adjacent room, a woman with a covered face still played the zither.
Because Hong Ju did not scream when she was startled, the musician hadnât realized her deception had been exposed and continued to play. When someone burst in, she was startled, but quickly regained her composure and stood up without saying a word.
âSo, our Silver was cheated by you?â Yu Qingge crossed his arms. âQunfang Pavilionâs deception is quite sophisticated, isnât it?â
The masked woman just slightly lowered her eyes silently, her expression indiscernible.
Yu Qingge circled around her, âHow much Silver do you get for playing ghostwriter once?â
The woman remained silent.
After asking a few more questions with no response, Qingge gave up and took her to the next room.
âThis ghostwriter has quite the personality, wonât say a word no matter what you ask,â Yu Qingge sat down dejectedly across from Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin looked over only to see a scar exposed near the corner of the eye of the woman, and couldnât help but frown.
Meanwhile, Fanggu was downstairs attending to the guests when a maid whispered in her ear. Her expression instantly changed and, no longer caring to entertain, she hurried upstairs.
In the room, Yang Ruxin looked at Fanggu who had just walked in, his lips curling into a slight sneer, âFanggu, is it? Do you take us for fools?â He said, motioning with his chin towards Hong Ju and the masked woman, âIs this a buy-one-get-one-free deal?â
âThe young mastersâŠthisâŠhow should I put this? Itâs all a misunderstandingâŠâ Fanggu glared at Hong Ju, you idiot, how did you give us away?