Xiao Yan bent down slightly, saluted, and then started playing the music casually.
The sound of the piano sounded softly.
Xiao Bihe's brows furrowed more and more as she listened.
Suddenly, her little hand pressed the strings, and the sound suddenly stopped.[
As soon as the sound of the piano started, it was sad and desolate, and even a novice like her could hear the overwhelming resentment in it. It was even more hurtful than the legendary "Eighteen Beats of Hujia".
The little hand pressing the strings did not let go. Xiao Yan just looked at her quietly and did not speak.
She smiled unnaturally on her small face, "You have something on your mind? Brother Xiao Yan."
Xiao Yan was extremely sad. Suddenly, he stood up and walked around the piano stand. He bent his legs and knelt down in front of Bi He. Then, he kowtowed his head with three loud noises.
Bihe was startled and asked in astonishment, "You - what's going on?"
"Your Highness, is that young master just now His Highness the Crown Prince?"
"You get up first."
"I can't afford it, my dear, can you help me?"
Xiao Yan had tears in his eyes and frowned, making Xiao Bihe feel unbearable. He rolled up her skirt, but when he didn't get up, she knelt down so that she could look straight at him, "Tell me, what's the matter? Wait a minute.
Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry."
"The Xiao family has been wronged. It's such a huge injustice that the whole family has been ruined. Now I'm the only one who has to survive. Unexpectedly, several relatives have been implicated and imprisoned. I want to beg the prince to show mercy and investigate clearly!..."
Xiao Yan spoke with tears in every word, and expressed injustice in every word. The Xiao family, the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, was suddenly accused by the court of unexplained reasons, saying that they were funding someone from the Qingjun family, and the house was ransacked. Not only was all the family property confiscated, but the family was also stained with blood.
"My father did not admit to funding the Qingjun Sect until his death, but the court insisted and produced evidence. No, really not! I, Xiao Yan, swear to God, the Xiao family never funded the Qingjun Sect! My Majesty, please
Please be merciful...give me the Xiao family's innocence..." As he said this, he kowtowed and begged with tears in his eyes.
The more Bihe listened, the more he became concerned. A proud and arrogant person like him would bow his head and beg like this.
There were countless injustice cases in ancient times, so it was not surprising that she encountered one or two, but she did not expect that the destitute young man in front of her had such a tragic life experience.