The pure sound of a zither continuously echoed throughout the garden party.
With the apt music and fitting atmosphere, some smitten young people began discreetly exchanging tokens via their attendants and servants.
A poetic response or a comment on a flute melody could potentially foster a romantic connection.
Zhang Rongfang stood in a corner, observing the increasingly lively crowd at the party.
For a moment, he seemed like an outsider, indifferent to everything.
"Excuse me, are you Young Master Zhang Ying?"
Suddenly, a gentle female voice sounded from the side.
Zhang Rongfang glanced over, and the speaker was a woman in a broad red gown.
The red gown was embroidered with peacocks, white birds, and mandarin ducks in gold thread, making it very splendid.
Her long hair draped over her shoulders, simply tied with a hair ribbon. But the ribbon was intricately designed with gold, silver, jade, and kingfisher embellishments.
