The two were playing chess when suddenly a melodious sound of a zither wafted over. Yueyao wore a faint smile on her face: "The zither sounds lovely, what does Elder An think?" The sound was beautiful, and the person playing it even more so. As a woman, Yueyao had to admit, Miss Lv Yao was an exquisite beauty that made other women feel inferior.
An Zhichen frowned slightly and said towards the outside, "Go see who's playing the zither? Everyone's tired from the journey; how can they endure such noise?" An Zhichen implied that the person playing should stop, as to him, it was just noise.
Seeing this, Yueyao quickly looked down at the chessboard, pondering for a long time without making a move, and instead asked: "Elder An, don't you like the sound of the zither?"
An Zhichen shook his head and said, "I call you Zichang, doesn't calling me Elder An seem too distant?" This form of address felt very estranged.
Yueyao readily complied: "Heyue, don't you like to listen to the zither?"
