NOVPUBShen Roujia hesitantly adjusted her veiled hat. Once the lights dimmed, she slowly took her seat behind the screen.
As soon as she plucked the first string, the sound of clinking cups and chatter filled the air.
But as the first section of the melody flowed smoothly, the room suddenly fell silent.
“Who’s behind the screen?” someone asked.
Tao Hua curled his lips slightly and spoke to the maid beside him, “The business at Glamourous Pavilion is about to flourish again. Go arrange the water sleeve dance.”
The maid respectfully nodded, “Yes.”
Each note Shen Roujia played mingled with the atmosphere—graceful, luxurious, with a hint of something serene.
When the dancer with water sleeves appeared on stage, it was as if the entire melody had been brought to life with color.
Shen Roujia lifted her eyes slightly and glanced at Tao Hua by the railing, smiling helplessly at his little tricks.
After finishing the piece, Shen Roujia did not linger. As she was about to leave, she was startled by the sudden appearance of a young monk.
His voice was clear and pure, untouched by the world.
“Your melody was astonishing. What is its name?”
Shen Roujia had never named her compositions. But when she saw the young monk’s eyes, she instinctively replied, “Prajna. The piece is called Prajna.”
The young monk seemed puzzled, “There is indeed some meaning hidden within.”
Shen Roujia looked thoughtfully at the monk, “The mortal world is unfathomable. One can only achieve enlightenment by understanding oneself.”
The young monk frowned, appearing to be caught in a loop of thoughts. “May we speak in private?” he asked.
