"Xirui, do you have something for me?"
The answer that reached her first was a rhythmic, jaunty melody: "Doo-da-da-da-doo-dee-doo."
While Jiang Ying stood there, utterly bewildered, Xirui switched to an even more upbeat tune. An ensemble of erhu, pipa, zhongruan, and yangqin erupted, accompanied by the clear, piercing notes of a flute and xiao.
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