The reputation of the Lingwu Royal Mansion was quite effective, and they soon met Master Ouyang Kui in the hall of the Bitter Tea House.
A small, frail old man with a sparse goatee, his face sallow and eyes dim, seemingly unremarkable, yet he was a renowned Zuoqin Envoy in Zhongjing.
"Greetings, Master Ouyang." Jing Qianyu bowed, and Lu Zheng and the others cupped their hands in salute.
Ouyang Kui returned the gesture, took a seat, and looked at Jing Qianyu's group, speaking politely yet distantly, "May I ask what brings you here, Commandery Princess?"
"This is Young Master Lu, Lu Zheng. Having heard of Master Ouyang's illustrious reputation, he wishes to play a piece for you, Master Ouyang." Jing Qianyu said.
Lu Zheng and his companions weren't the type to throw their weight around. Even when Si Lingxi invited someone to craft a zither in the past, she first played a piece for ten renowned zither craftsmen. Of course, the competition among those ten was none of her business.
