A soft melody echoes on the street Zhongli lives, probably the street dancers working up some mischeif near his house. He hums along with the melody softly, sitting in his courtyard while sorting papers related to merchants and recent trading stocks.

He sips his oolong tea out of the small porcelain cup, continuing to write with an ink brush in his hand. He wonders when Tartaglia will return... Zhongli hopes he hasn't stirred up any trouble.

"Hm.." he hums, trying to mimic the gentle and soothing sound of the guqin playing on the street.