Jiang Nianshu.
Standing in front of the Bao Li Zither, the name unconsciously floated into Fan Wubing's mind.
What kind of person was she?
The beloved wife who Chengming had been devoted to for over three hundred years, hailed by Dou Jianbai as the greatest musician in the history of the Great Li, and regarded by Hongyu as the pinnacle for all music lovers in the Great Li.
Even this extraordinary Bao Li Zither revealed its strings only for her.
Fan Wubing took a deep breath and sat down.
The zither stand was spotless, very clean.
The orange-red Bao Li Zither genuinely appeared like a carp about to leap over the dragon gate and transform into a dragon. Its frame, heavy with the breath of age, seemed to carry a noble spirit, making it appear not like a mere zither but a living creature filled with intelligence.
Fan Wubing reached out to touch the Bao Li Zither.
A force of repulsion struck, bouncing his hand away.
