Once again, Han Zhi finished bathing, and just like the previous night, before he even reached the bedroom door, he heard Su Zhen humming a little tune.
Smiling, he walked into the room. Su Zhen was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on her belly, the other twisting a handkerchief, softly humming the "Ballad of West Zhou":
"Pine fragrance brushes the earth, carving dragons and embroidering tigers from the sleeve. Rising stones and falling seas make waves ripple, tracing tunes of the konghou on a single spindle, painting smoke rising straight over the great desert..."
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