Failed to Sneak Attack the Villainous Tsundere

After transmigrating in one night, Shen Jiao began her new life by attempting an assassination in front of a crowd. She wanted to cry but had no tears, lamenting that she just wasn't cut out fo...

Chapter 326 It's not scary to wear the same clothes, it's embarrassing for whoever looks worse.

It's an ancient piece after all, so it's already quite remarkable that two-thirds of it has been preserved.

Princess Han Ya nodded: "That's true, but the musician Xian Le filled in the missing parts based on his own understanding."

Because everyone interprets the meaning differently, not everyone likes the part added by the celestial musician, and very few people learn this piece.

However, the musician who played the zither was a highly skilled player, and the score he provided was of excellent quality.

Most importantly, Wei Lan's performance was perfect.

This is not good news.

The audience began to chatter amongst themselves: "Wow, to hear this piece at the Four Flowers Banquet! I must say, Miss Wei Lan plays it really well."

"Besides being awesome, I'd also like to add that this music should only exist in heaven."

"It seems Your Majesty is doomed this time."

"I wonder what tune Her Majesty is playing. If it's simpler than this one, it would seem a bit monotonous."

I have a feeling Wei Lan will win!

The audience argued incessantly, but Shen Jiao paid no attention.

As Wei Lan finished her song, she received a deafening round of applause as she had hoped. Shen Jiao ignored her smug expression and glanced subconsciously at the second floor.

That's where she finds reassurance.

With just one glance, Shen Jiao immediately looked away, raised her hand and uttered a sound as clear as flowing water.

Everyone was stunned.

Isn't this the same piece that Wei Lan played just now?

They sang the same song!

This is going to be interesting.

This situation is similar to wearing the same outfit; whoever looks worse is the one who feels embarrassed. Murong You and the others secretly held their breath.

Liang Heng stopped fanning himself.

All eyes were fixed on that beautiful figure.

Wei Lan sneered.

To imitate someone poorly is like Dong Shi trying to imitate Xi Shi.

Do you even deserve it?

Just as I was thinking this, suddenly, the tone rose, like the force of a thousand troops sweeping across the yellow sand. With two clear, ringing sounds, it was as if one could actually see the majestic aura of a general defending against the enemy.

Wei Lan was immediately stunned.

The noisy scene fell silent.