The Princely Heir had not heard this melody before, which was why he inquired, saying, "Write down this piece, and then compose the music for it. Give me a copy when it's done."
Yueyao looked at the Heir of Marquis Jingning, silently understanding why Luo Mingzhu had ordered her around so casually. It seemed to run in the family.
Yueyao wanted to refuse, but she was not in a position to do so. Reluctantly, she said, "Fine." In fact, the tune she had played was improvised, created on a whim. To put it into the form of a composed piece was a headache-inducing prospect. Yueyao regretted playing it in the first place.
Marquis Jingning first looked surprised at Yueyao's reluctant and unwilling expression but then smiled. He had forgotten that the person before him was a child, not a subordinate who followed orders.
