Although Xiahou Yan didn't know what "fan head" meant, he could probably guess that nothing good could come out of her mouth.

He smacked his lips and said, "The zither is ready, Miss Jiang, please start."

Jiang Muyu narrowed her eyes and smiled, saying, "You'd better not call me a girl. At my age now, I can't be a girl at all."

"That's true." His smile grew brighter. "Other people's wives, sounds... more interesting."

"Uh..." She probably couldn't understand Xiahou Yan's perverted thinking.

Jiang Muyu didn't say anything else. He walked silently to the table where the piano was placed, sat down cross-legged, put his fingers on the strings, plucked them, and tested the tone.

She didn't know how to sing anything else, so she could only play "Guangling San" again. Anyway, Xiahou Yan had never heard of it.

"Then I'll just play a little tune."

She hadn't played the piano for a long time, so her hands were not very good at it and she made several mistakes when she played the piano. Fortunately, no one else noticed it except her.

When the song was over, everyone applauded and praised.

Jiang Muyu inexplicably felt a little guilty, but the feeling only lasted for two seconds. When she turned around and saw Xiahou Yan looking at her with an infatuated look on his face, she instantly became panicked.

"Xiahou...Brother? What do you think of my playing?"

"very good."

He came over with a wine pot in one hand and two glasses in the other. He poured two glasses of wine, handed one to her, and said, "Would you like a taste?"

He imitated her speech.

Jiang Muyu stepped back, put some distance between them, and said, "I can't drink much."

"Let's stop drinking the wine. One drink won't be a big deal."

Jiang Muyu couldn't refuse, so she picked up the glass and drank it, but the wine was so spicy that she burst into tears.

"Is it strong liquor?!"

Xiahou Yan succeeded in his evil intention and laughed loudly. Jiang Muyu had no words to express his pain and could only stare blankly.

He said, "Don't be angry, I was just teasing you."

As he spoke, he personally poured Jiang Muyu a cup of tea to moisten her mouth.

It really interprets the saying "a slap in the face and then a piece of candy" to perfection.

Over there, musicians began to play music again, and the dancers began to dance. They danced gracefully like swallows in their nests, and flew high like magpies startled at night. Their beautiful dance moves were leisurely, graceful and soft, and their nimble and swift bodies were as light as the wind.

However, Jiang Muyu simply couldn't focus fully on watching the dance.

Xiahou Yan sat beside her, drinking by himself, and said, "I don't play this song as well as you do."

"The music I played was not suitable for them to dance to."

"That's right. The tune of your song changes so quickly that it might break their slender ankles." Xiahou Yan said, suddenly putting down his wine glass and standing up.

He interrupted the musicians and drove away all the dancers, saying, "Come, I will dance with the sword and you play the music."

He really does what he wants.

"Are you sure?"

The maid presented a carved iron sword. Xiahou Yan drew out his long sword, twisted it, and put it behind his back. He stood up straight and said, "Come!"

Jiang Muyu had no choice but to play "Guangling San" again. The piece has a total of 45 sections, with interweaving, ups and downs, and development of tones, which are unpredictable and very easy to play wrong.

She had been concentrating on the music until she discovered that Xiahou Yan's sword dancing could actually follow her tune perfectly, rising and falling, swinging the sword, retracting it, and spinning in circles, with a heroic demeanor and graceful yet powerful movements.

She was staring at it intently, but she saw the sharp sword tip getting closer and closer to her, and her eyes widened.

With a "bang", the strings broke, and the tip of the sword passed across her cheek, then lifted up and cut off a strand of her hair. The veil on her face slowly fell down.

Blood dripped onto the surface of the piano and her fingertips were scratched by the strings.

Xiahou Yan looked at her face, completely stunned. His hand trembled, and the long sword with a carved handle fell beside him.

Jiang Muyu was stunned for only two seconds, then he immediately picked up the sword on the ground and presented it to him with both hands.

Xiahou Yan lowered his eyes to look at the top of her head and frowned.

Similar, and yet not.

He didn't move for a long time, until Jiang Muyu's arms became sore and trembled slightly, then he reached out and picked up the sword and casually put it back into the scabbard.

"You really look like an old friend of mine."

Jiang Muyu rubbed his sore hands and asked casually, "Oh? Where is your old friend now?"

"Dead."

She pretended to be stunned and said quickly, "Sorry."

"It's okay." He sat down again, but this time, he sat back in the main seat at the top.

He drank a glass of wine, smiled wickedly, looked at her without blinking, and said slowly: "I shot the first arrow that hit her, otherwise she would have run away."

Jiang Muyu's heart trembled, but he remained calm the whole time. He only frowned slightly, as if he was puzzled: "Why did you want to kill her?"

He stared at her eyes carefully, trying to find something in them, but they were as clear as a spring and he could only see his own reflection.

He said, "It's nothing, but I wanted to make him lose a little more, so I could see...his true despair."

"That person has a grudge against you?"

He shook his head: "No hatred, on the contrary, he has always regarded me as a close friend."

"Then why do you still do this?"

"Ah...how should I put it." He stared at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes containing an inexplicable meaning and a shrewd look like a jackal: "I just feel that he was born with many things that ordinary people can never get in their lifetime. It's really...too enviable..."

Pervert! This person might have an antisocial personality!

Jiang Muyu suppressed the nausea that suddenly surged from her stomach and pursed her lips: "That person was unlucky enough to meet you."

"Really?" Xiahou Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her, and said, "Do you think it's lucky or unlucky for you to meet me today?"

"I can't say for sure." She said sincerely, "I have no parents. I lost my husband because of the war. I have to dress like a man all day long. Now I have to sell my body for money. I think my life is very hard. You don't need to be jealous of me. I won't be a problem for you if I live."

He seemed to think about it seriously, nodded, and smiled: "That makes sense."

The atmosphere around seemed to have improved a lot, and Jiang Muyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe he had just wanted to kill her, but at this moment, he should have temporarily given up the idea.

Over there, Xiahou Yan stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "It's still early, I'll take you to see the sunset."

"Where are we going to see it?" Jiang Muyu looked confused and stood up as well.

"You'll know in a moment." He blinked mysteriously, turned and walked outside.

Jiang Muyu followed immediately.

At this time, the pleasure boat had just passed the center of the lake and was still some distance away from the shore. The pleasure boat was moving very slowly and it would take another half an hour to reach the shore.

Jiang Muyu was feeling confused when she was suddenly hit from behind by someone. The force was so strong that she flew out and fell off the boat.

She only had time to scream before she fell into the lake and choked on saliva. She struggled in the water, shouting "Help!" while in her heart she was already cursing all of Xiahou Yan's ancestors.