My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

"Sect Master, shall I go out and have Young Master Jiang rewrite the song?"

When the maid heard the woman say she didn't like it, she couldn't help but speak up.

That's right, their sect leader is extremely picky about music.

I won't play pieces I don't like.

Since she didn't like the current piece, she would have Jiang Xiaobai write a new one.

"No!"

The woman in the white dress gently shook her head, her delicate hand slowly resting on the erhu string: "Play!"

what?

The maid was taken aback.

Before she could react, she saw the woman in the white dress gently pull the bowstring in her hand.

A low, somber voice drifted out from the pavilion, carrying an indescribable sadness.

It's like a person keeping watch over a solitary lamp in the long night.

Even knowing that the person they are waiting for may never return, they still refuse to turn off the light.

As the music gradually spread, the woman in the white dress paused in her strumming of the erhu, sighed softly, and then continued her performance.

Inside the courtyard building at this moment.

When the sound of the erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument) drifted slowly from the small island in the middle of the lake, everyone present fell silent.

The sound of this erhu is completely different from that of the guzheng, yet it perfectly conveys the longing, regret, and helplessness in the music.

Even without knowing the story behind the piece, the people inside the pavilion felt a strange pang of sadness.

Jiang Xiaobai sat there, listening attentively, his expression gradually becoming somewhat moved.

Indeed, although "Thinking of You with Sorrow" is a contemporary work, it follows a classical musical style.

Moreover, this esteemed gentleman at the lakeside pavilion is indeed knowledgeable about music, as he even knows how to perform it using the erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument).

It's no exaggeration to say that anyone with even the slightest regret in their heart would be moved upon hearing this piece of music.

Just like now, as he listens to the music, he thinks of his past life.

The place I used to live, the familiar streets, and some people whose faces I can no longer remember—like scenes from a series of pictures, slowly flashed through my mind.

Jiang Xiaobai was so engrossed in the music that she couldn't help but softly recite: "Smell, the wind stirs the shadows! Look, the sunset glows red! Envy, the butterflies fly in pairs! Admire, the magpies on the branches, yearning for each other..."

Year after year, amidst the beauty of nature, night after night, I keep vigil by the lonely lamp as the wind ceases.

"The most unbearable parting is the sorrow of separation; tears flow like blood, one longs for death, or perhaps to be buried together..."

Jiang Xiaobai's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears along with the melody.

Xiao Jinfeng listened, his expression also showing amazement.

It should be noted that the original piece was already quite melancholic.

Now, with Jiang Xiaobai's words added to the mix, the sense of regret in the music has undoubtedly become even stronger.

Helian Zhaoyue sat there, her eyes also gradually reddening.

She initially didn't believe that a song Jiang Xiaobai wrote casually could actually bring her to tears.

But as the music continued to play, Helian Zhaoyue couldn't help but think of her brother.

Her brother died on the battlefield!

For a moment, she felt a tightness in her chest.

As the last note of the erhu faded away, the courtyard remained quiet.

Just then, a strange crying sound suddenly rang out.

"Uh...uh..."

Ok?

Jiang Xiaobai snapped out of his reverie and turned his head to the side, his face filled with shock.

Teng Zixiu sat there, wiping away tears with her sleeve, her shoulders trembling.

She did cry, but the sound of her crying was so strong it sounded like someone was pinching a goose!

Jiang Xiaobai's expression flashed with helplessness.

This Teng Zixiu, who usually looks tall and strong, has a rather unique way of crying!

Shaking his head, Jiang Xiaobai's gaze fell on Helian Zhaoyue again.

Helian Zhaoyue's eyes were red, and she was staring at him with an icy expression.

"..."

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly and said, "So what if you're crying? Why are you glaring at me?!"

"You win!"

Helian Zhaoyue raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye, her voice a little colder than before.

As she spoke, Helian Zhaoyue paused slightly, looked at Jiang Xiaobai, and said, "Your eldest brother Jiang Yunce and second brother Jiang Linquan were indeed besieged by my Northern Yu army back then!"

"Finally, the two of them, along with the remaining soldiers, jumped off the snow cliff!"

Jump off the snow cliff?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai was immediately shocked.

"Our Beiyu army dispatched a large number of troops to search the bottom of the cliff!"

Helian Zhaoyue continued coldly, "But in the end, only four or five corpses were found; the bodies of the rest were not discovered at all!"

"Really?"

Jiang Xiaobai's expression changed.

If no bodies were found, wouldn't that mean that Jiang Yunce and Jiang Linquan might actually have survived?

Before Jiang Xiaobai could think further, Helian Zhaoyue's voice rang out again: "However, don't be too happy yet!"

"Those snow-capped cliffs stretch endlessly, their bases perpetually covered in snow and wind, and within them lie vast forests!"

"Even if they miraculously survive, they will never get out!"

"Perhaps... they still died inside, but no one knows where their bodies are!"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned deeply.

Indeed, Helian Zhaoyue's last words were not without reason.

Before jumping off a snow cliff, the first thing to consider is whether you can survive.

Even if they survive by sheer luck, how can they possibly escape that endless mountain forest while severely injured?

But regardless.

The absence of a body means there's still a glimmer of hope!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaobai looked up at Helian Zhaoyue: "What about the additional information?"

"Additional news..."

Helian Zhaoyue coldly replied, "I'll tell you when we part ways!"

After saying that, Helian Zhaoyue stood up and prepared to leave.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned, intending to continue asking questions, but then he saw a figure suddenly fly over from the small island in the middle of the lake.

In a few breaths, they landed inside the courtyard building.

The person who came was the maid from the lakeside pavilion.

After the maid steadied herself, her gaze fell directly on Jiang Xiaobai: "Young Master Jiang, our sect leader invites you to come over!"

"Um?"

Jiang Xiaobai raised an eyebrow slightly, looking somewhat surprised.

Did the esteemed man of Huting take the initiative to invite him?

"good!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and looked at Tang Ningshuang beside him: "Miss Tang, please take me there!"

Tang Ningshuang responded softly, grabbed Jiang Xiaobai's clothes, and after a few leaps, landed steadily on the small island in the middle of the lake.

Jiang Xiaobai straightened his clothes and, led by the maid, entered the pavilion.

At this moment, the white gauze curtains sway gently in the wind.

In the center of the pavilion, a woman in a white dress stood with her back to him.

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't see the woman's face, but just from her back, he felt an indescribable purity and elegance.

Like a white lotus on a snow-capped mountain, pure and serene.

Just as Jiang Xiaobai was marveling at the sight, a gentle, heavenly voice slowly rang out: "Young Master Jiang!"

"If I may ask, if I could do you a favor right now... what would you most like me to do for you?"

"this……"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaobai first showed surprise, then fell into deep thought.

After a moment, Jiang Xiaobai did not speak, but instead looked at the table next to him.

As Jiang Xiaobai took two steps forward, he picked up a brush and wrote some things on a piece of paper.

After finishing writing, Jiang Xiaobai put down his brush, a smile appearing on his face: "You asked me to write it, now we'll see... whether you, sir, dare to do it!"

As Jiang Xiaobai spoke, the maid picked up the paper that Jiang Xiaobai had written and handed it to the woman in the white dress.

The woman in the white dress took it, glanced at it, and then spoke slowly.

"Alright, if this really happens, consider it my way of repaying you for this song!"

After saying that, the woman in the white dress put the papers away: "Alright, you can go now!"

Thank you!

Jiang Xiaobai's smile deepened. After bowing his thanks, he turned and walked out of the pavilion.

But as Jiang Xiaobai stepped out of the white gauze curtain, he couldn't help but turn back and glance inside.

For some reason, this expert gave him a feeling that something was off...