Chapter 62: Rumors Are Lies

.Having just resolved a troublesome matter, Su Qingying was feeling happy at the moment when she suddenly heard Xuanyuan Luocheng's voice, as if a hellish summons bell, echoing faintly over, "Princess...Su Ziyi was taken aback, then smiled gently, a warm current flowing through his heart.

It seems like this silly girl has figured out how much I care about Gu Yueqin, so she's desperately trying to win the prize that Gu Yueqin gave her.

He shook his head and said softly, "This qin is yours because you earned it. How could your elder brother take it"

But, brother… Unexpectedly, Su Ziyi would refuse. Su Qingying's brows furrowed slightly, her face full of puzzlement. She could see that he clearly wanted this qin very much.

Su Ziyì understood her worries. His voice was warm and gentle, yet laced with affection, "You and I are siblings. What difference does it make if the ancient moon qin is in your hands or your older brother's Dong Yue is indeed important to your older brother, but you are equally important to him."

"Well, we are siblings." Saying that, Su Qingying felt relieved, and a wave of emotion surged through her heart.

His elder brother truly loves her.

In her past life, a person walked through gunfire and saw the coldness of human nature. Now, she suddenly has a relative who loves and cares for her wholeheartedly. This kind of family affection makes her feel deeply attached and she's completely unwilling to let go.

It was night, with half a moon hanging high in the sky and few stars scattered about.

After finishing her dinner, Su Qingying sat alone on the bed frame, placing the Gu Yueqin on her lap and playing with the strings. The strings produced different melodies.

“It doesn’t make sense! Wasn’t it said that no one could play Gu Yueqin It just looks like an ordinary instrument. Could I have been tricked by Xuan Yuan Luo Chen!” After fiddling with it for a while, Su Qingying put the qin down, feeling extremely frustrated, “Damn it, what about the promised attack and conquest Not even a hair can be broken! This broken qin is completely useless! Rumors are indeed deceiving!”

"I didn't expect you to be able to play the ancient moon qin. This king truly underestimated you!" A gust of cold wind blew in, and Jun Liye appeared before Su Qingying in a white robe, like a celestial being descending to earth.

Looking at Jun Liye's devilishly handsome face, Su Qingying's face instantly darkened. She spoke unhappily: "Hey! Jun Liye, this is my place of residence, can you please not appear so suddenly every time Don't you know that startling people could kill them!"

Jun Liye lazily glanced at her, letting out a cold snort, "Scared to death This king remembers your courage knows no bounds."

Su Qingying choked back a retort, glaring at him unhappily. “What are you doing here I promised to help you with the antidote, but I need time to prepare the medicine, right You can't just come every night!”

"The Ancient Moon Qin is the most treasured artifact in the world. By taking it today, you will surely be targeted by others. This King doesn't want to see you meet your end before you can even concoct the antidote." Jun Li Ye's gaze fell on the Ancient Moon Qin beside her, his eerie crimson eyes were bottomless.

"What kind of treasure is this Baoqin It's just a useless broken instrument. Saying it kills people invisibly, if it really could do that, I would have been chopped into potato chips long ago! I can't be playing this broken thing to pacify and redeem them, right" As soon as she mentioned it, Su Qingying became angry, with millions of grass mud horses galloping happily in her heart.

For crying out loud, she wasted a whole day for this lousy guitar!

"No, this ancient Moon Lute truly is a treasure beyond compare. To use it, one must meet its requirements. You lack profound inner strength, so naturally, you cannot unleash its power."

Jun Li's eyes flashed, his sharp gaze falling on her exquisite face, carrying a trace of blood-stained penetrating power and coldness.

"No one could play the Ancient Moon Harp without its inner strength passed down through generations. Besides its owner, I've never heard of anyone who could even touch it, let alone play it. Why can you"leaning lazily against the wall behind him, Zhao Tianyu's obsidian eyes held a deep disdain. "That's not all," he said in a low voice. "I heard... I heard my father say that some people who cultivate...