The floor-to-ceiling doors of the Waterside Pavilion facing the garden were all opened, so from the garden side, everything inside the pavilion was laid bare at a glance.
They watched as the Qin Master entered the pavilion opposite and first set down the Yaoqin in his hands.
Then, with movements exceedingly graceful and unhurried, he washed his hands and lit incense.
This sense of ceremony instantly pulled the mood and everyone's expectations to the peak.
The Qin Master lifted his robe and sat down directly on the floor, his two slender hands hovering above the Yaoqin.
The ladies and young misses in the garden all took their seats, each of them holding their breath and focusing all their attention on the opposite side.
Yun Jiao slowly closed her eyes and heard a clear, ethereal sound of the zither drift across the water.
Listening to the qin by the water—one had to admit the music seemed even more limpid and melodious.
