The sky was still dark when Liu Qingyan arrived at Lingyun House.

She took a window seat on the third floor and began to slowly sip her tea as she peered outside.

The streets were peaceful and quiet in the morning. The morning mist drifted in the alleyways as the hanging chrysanthemums on the sides of the streets swayed gently in the breeze.

Liu Qingyan had recently been in secluded cultivation to write a new melody because she had been invited to do a performance at the royal palace for the empress’ 300th birthday. 

The melody had been completed yesterday but it did not have any lyrics. Hence, she had come to Lingyun House early in the morning to meet a lyrical grandmaster for help.

It was not long before an elder in old-fashioned clothes hurried up the stairs. When he saw Liu Qingyan already waiting, he could not help but smile bitterly and sigh.

The elder’s hair was messy, his eyes were blood-shot, and fatigue was clearly visible between his brows, making him look rather haggard.

He was called Su Sanshi and was a lyrical grandmaster who had written many famous...