105: The Princess Was Confused

The Princess Was Confused

From the moment Xia Wanyuan lifted the silk cloth, Chen Yun's heart had died. He didn't know what Xia Wanyuan was up to, but he knew that Xia Wanyuan was going to be dragged out again to be criticized and reprimanded.0

Then, Xia Wanyuan began to play the zither. The moment the melodious sound of the zither came out, Chen Yun's dead heart had this thought, "I can still be saved, really."

After Xia Wanyuan finished playing, Chen Yun, like everyone else in the live-stream, was immersed in the world that Xia Wanyuan had created for them with music.

Chen Yun was a manager. Although he didn't know much about music, he had good taste and knew what kind of music was good.

Using emotions to immerse oneself in the music and using the sound as the brush, one could create a world in a few minutes of the music. Furthermore, one could bring the person who listened to the song into this world. Such a song was of high quality.

And he had just seen this spiritual essence in Xia Wanyuan, who had once been a useless person.

When he saw the comments praising Xia Wanyuan, Chen Yun was so excited that he bit off his instant noodles spoon.

Xia Yu did not expect Xia Wanyuan to know how to play the zither. Although he did not know music, he still found it pleasant.

The live-stream was abuzz and filled with the aftershocks left behind by Xia Wanyuan. The popularity of Ruan Nian's live-stream next door had long been surpassed by Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was still continuing the live broadcast. After all, Xia Wanyuan had only agreed on a two-hour guest time with the platform. Including the time she spent playing games and playing the piano, it had already passed. Xia Wanyuan pushed open the door and walked out.

After staring at her phone screen for a long time and playing the zither for a while, Xia Wanyuan felt a little bored, so she went downstairs to the manor's garden to sit.

The garden was filled with running water that flowed in the night. It was already the end of spring, and many flowers had already wilted. The young fruits began to poke their heads out.

The air was less sweet and only had a hint of green when the evening breeze blew occasionally.

It had been a long time since she had played the zither. The Feng Xiqin that Uncle Wang had found was indeed a good zither. The moment Xia Wanyuan touched it, she felt that her thoughts were connected to the ancient zither.

The deep historical feeling of the zither made Xia Wanyuan even more adept at playing the song. But at the same time, because of this ancient feeling, it evoked the loneliness that Xia Wanyuan had buried in her heart for a long time.

How could she be completely adapted to it? She was born in the Xia Dynasty and had grown up in the Xia Dynasty. Her younger siblings, who she had relied on for survival, were all in the Xia Dynasty. Her teachers and friends were all in the Xia Dynasty.

However, in this era a thousand years later, there were records of her previous dynasties. Only the Xia Dynasty seemed to have been erased from history books, without any traces.

It was as if the entire Xia Dynasty was a dream that only existed in her mind. However, she knew that it was not a dream.

After arriving here, she had borrowed someone else's body to be reborn. With the cute Xiao Bao accompanying her, she did not seem so lonely, but she always felt that she was drifting away from this world.

Sometimes, when she was in a daze, she would think about why God sent her to the modern world. This era was sufficiently advanced and open. There was no need for her.

She was a person who had intruded into the future by mistake. She had accepted the original owner's son, career, family, entered the entertainment industry, filmed movies, and followed the original owner's path. Because from the bottom of her heart, it seemed like she had never found her own path.

Initially, she had been experiencing modern life and had been busy with all kinds of work. She did not expect that the zither today would bring out the deepest confusion in her heart.

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