Not following the expected path? Reborn and unexpectedly married to a demon.

Now that the marriage was arranged, Chu Luo stopped worrying about anything else and focused all her attention on her own affairs.

"A'Luo, why are you sneaking out again? Even if you're not ready to marry me, you're still poisoned and injured, you're not allowed to go out and cause trouble."

Lu Yifu caught Chu Luo just as she was about to leave.

"Mother, my injuries have mostly healed. These are nothing. I'm not that delicate. Please don't treat me like an ordinary young lady."

After saying that, Chu Luo pulled the sleeve out of her mother's hand, put on her bamboo hat, and quietly went out the door, familiar with the way.

Lu Yifu sighed as she watched her daughter's disappearing figure. Chu Luo was too opinionated; she had no way to deal with her daughter.

She had also forgotten when her daughter had long since become her support.

My daughter, Chu Luo, is so filial that I would give my life to protect her.

However, her daughter rarely listened to her. For example, she often ran away from the mansion and returned late at night, and it was unknown what she was doing.

At the entrance of Qinglou, the most bustling restaurant in Jiangzhou, the portly Boss Ye would occasionally glance up and look around. Suddenly, his eyes lit up; the person he was waiting for had finally arrived.

"My beloved young master of Hidden Mountain, my lucky charm, you've finally arrived! The guests have been waiting for you for a long time."

Mr. Ye, who was middle-aged and had gained weight, was an old acquaintance of Chu Luo. He rarely stood at the door to greet her, but this time he did so for the first time.

He knew exactly when Chu Luo would arrive; even if she arrived later than usual, he had never been in such a hurry.

"I always come at this time, why are you in such a hurry today?"

This is the third place. Chu Luo will be here in disguise, so she will usually arrive a little later.

Boss Ye solemnly instructed her, "Today's guests are different, so please take good care of them for me."

Chu Luo was a little curious as to why he needed to personally give her instructions. "How is it different? You're a worldly person."

They would pay a fortune to hear you sing a song.

"It's just another case of someone coming from Mujiang Prefecture, the Hidden Mountain Young Master, who's renowned for his talent. Why make such a fuss?"

Chu Luo deliberately asked the guest about his identity in a nonchalant manner.

"This time it's different. They're really something else. Last time, they overheard your pipa playing outside the building and came to ask you what your connection was with the pipa player from Xunyang."

Boss Ye told her everything that people had asked her after she left that day.

The Pipa Girl of Xunyang—no one had mentioned her for years. Chu Luo became interested. "You told people?"

No, I'll have them come and ask you themselves.

Mr. Ye had a business mind on his face. If he told people that they wouldn't come back, he would lose a business opportunity.

"A shrewd businessman," Chu Luo commented.

Seeing that Chu Luo didn't seem to care much, Boss Ye got anxious. "Whether she's a shrewd businessman or not is not important. What's important is that she's been waiting for you for ages."

"It's not time yet, I'm going early, so it'll cost extra."

Chu Luo raised the price on the spot; she wanted to fleece Boss Ye, this stingy man who was practically a miser.

"Jiajiajia, ancestor, you must go quickly, I really can't afford to offend them."

As he spoke, Boss Ye took the pipa directly from the shop assistant and handed it to Chu Luo.

Even when meeting high-ranking officials, Boss Ye doesn't act like this; only money is something he truly reveres.

Chu Luo became curious about these people's identities, and she trusted Boss Ye's keen sense for money.

Chu Luo held up one hand and gestured "five times the usual amount".

Mr. Ye frowned and clicked his tongue in pain. "Are you obsessed with money? Is money really that important? This is me helping you build connections, don't you understand?"

Chu Luo retorted, "Are you trying to fool a child with that? Aren't you obsessed with money? If I didn't come here to work for money, would I come here just to seek attention and relieve my boredom?"

Boss Ye frowned and pondered for a moment, then calculated the amount of silver with his fingers, and finally slapped his thigh and said, "Okay, I agree."

Compared to his past self, this was a huge investment, but he made it back.

Chu Luo, carrying her pipa, entered the largest private room in Qinglou, bowed, and sat down to ask:

"What music would you three distinguished guests like to hear?"

"Whatever you like, play whatever you want."

After receiving a word from someone, Chu Luo immediately began playing the pipa.

As the pipa music began, the three gradually stopped what they were doing and focused on the sound.

Chu Luo was playing an ordinary piece of music, but her playing style and understanding of it were different from others.

The night was quiet, and the sound of the pipa drifted in the distance. Guests at Qinglou stopped to chat, and even outside the building, many people stopped to listen.

When the song ended, all three looked like they hadn't had enough, especially the man in the middle who stared intently at Chu Luo's face, as if trying to figure something out.

The one on the far left of the three exclaimed, "You played so well! Even I, who know nothing about music, love it! A wonderful performance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the servant beside him brought over four rather large gold ingots and handed them to Chu Luo.

When Chu Luo saw the heavy gold ingots, she sincerely admired Boss Ye's excellent eye.

These esteemed guests are truly generous; just one song has kept her busy for over a month.

"Thank you for your generous reward, three esteemed guests. May I ask your names?"

Chu Luo wanted to find out who they were, to see if they could help her make money. Even if they didn't, getting more money would be good.

"My name is Mu Jintang. I used to be an accountant," the person in the main seat said first.

The three were close in age, with the one in the main seat dressed in relatively simple and elegant clothes. He was also the oldest, around thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, and exuded composure and refinement.

He gives people a feeling of purity and elegance, and his voice and tone are also kind and gentle.

Chu Luo quickly searched her memory for anything related to this person, but couldn't recall anything for the time being. Perhaps they hadn't had much contact in previous lives, or perhaps some memories had been buried.

Each time she is reborn, she encounters new people and loses some memories, which she only recalls when triggered by specific stimuli. She has long been used to it.

"My name is Wang Youshi, a businessman from the south."

The wealthy merchant on the left, who was giving a tip, spoke up, and he was the best at recognizing him.

This is because everything he wore and carried was of great value and rarity.

Based on her accumulated experience over several lifetimes, Chu Luo could tell that this person was definitely not an ordinary wealthy household.

His speech and behavior were unconventional, and even his possessions of the finest and most luxurious items could not diminish his magnanimity. Such people are most likely wealthy individuals with a family background.

Moreover, Chu Luo vaguely remembered hearing the name Wang Youshi somewhere, but she couldn't quite place it.

"The one on the far right is my sworn brother, Xiao Yuanyi, who is also a businessman," Wang Youshi continued to introduce.

Xiao Yuanyi, on the far right, may not seem particularly remarkable, but Chu Luo could tell that he was probably the richest of the three.

The object he was playing with was simple and elegant; just one of it could buy three or five of the best places in Qinglou in Jiangzhou.

But what he held in his hand was a pair, something that was extremely rare and hard to come by. Wealthy families would keep such things, but he treated them as mere toys.

Furthermore, the value of the ring he wore was incalculable.

The name sounded somewhat familiar, but Chu Luo couldn't quite place it. She could only hope that she would have a chance to remember something later.

No wonder Boss Ye values ​​these people so much.

After talking with the three men, Chu Luo had long harbored the intention to get to know these three wealthy idlers, as she desperately needed money right now.

"Are there any other pieces of music you three would like to hear?"

Chu Luo asked, "She used to leave as soon as the song ended."

"Young master, can you play 'A River in Autumn'?" Mu Jintang asked.

As soon as Chu Luo heard him ask about the song, she knew that Mu Jintang was using the song as a pretext to ask about the person.

The piece of music was clearly asking whether she truly knew the pipa player from Xunyang.

"A River in Autumn" was created by the pipa player from Xunyang. Few people know how to play it, and even fewer know about it. For many years, no one has mentioned this piece.

"Then I'll play 'A River Autumn' for the three of you."

Chu Luo was eager to get to know them, so she didn't refuse and immediately jumped up.

"A River in Autumn" is derived from the phrase "A song and a cup of wine, a lone fisherman on an autumn river," depicting the scene of a wise man fishing on the river.

A straw raincoat, a bamboo hat, a small boat, a fishing rod—the angler sings and drinks at the same time.

Although he fished out the autumn scenery of the river alone, amidst the carefree atmosphere, there was also a hint of desolation and loneliness.

Chu Luo's pipa playing was so expressive that it made the audience feel as if they were there.

She seemed to be using her hands as a brush and the sound of the pipa to paint, or perhaps she was using the pipa to tell the story of the carefree anglers fishing on the Xunyang River.

After the song ended, the three of them praised it in unison, especially Mu Jintang.

He stared blankly at Chu Luo, trying to discern something from her face, feeling a sense of familiarity.

But the person before him did not resemble the one he knew; there were no traces of the past in his appearance, and his age did not match.

"May I ask, what is the relationship between Young Master Yinshan and the Pipa Player of Xunyang?"

Faced with Mu Jintang's question, Chu Luo remained silent for a moment.

The Xunyang pipa player has disappeared for many years, and few people mention her anymore.

"Young master, please do not worry. Many years ago, I had the honor of hearing the pipa played by the Xunyang pipa player. It was like celestial music. Others can also play 'Autumn River,' but very few can play it as well as the Xunyang pipa player."

Mu Jintang was good at observing people's expressions and understanding their feelings, and explained the reason.