She dared to elope with Sima Xiangru, and when he thought about taking a concubine, she slapped the poem 'Song of White Hair' right down on his desk.
You are a visitor delivering a letter from Sima Xiangru. She opens it, reads it, says nothing, and simply pushes the zither across the table, asking you to play something in front of her — any tune will do.
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