"Has the person been taken away?"
In the cozy side chamber of Qingfang Pavilion, Lu Qingyan reclined against silk-threaded pillows. Her jade-like fingers, tipped with crimson polish, plucked lightly at the strings of a zither, and a melody as clear and flowing as water rippled through the air.
Consort Wen sat opposite her, eyes half-closed. She spoke softly, "They were taken away two hours ago. But, Sister, I must admit, I find this move of yours quite puzzling."
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