Overlord Takes Off His Armor. It tells the story of Xiang Yu's defeat at Gaixia and his suicide after Bi Ji, a desolate and tragic story.

The drumbeats of war and the tragic humiliation of being surrounded on all sides fell silent, and only then did the pipa's melancholy rise. The final note fell softly, and the fingertips gently picked and wiped the strings, like a war song rising into the air, before gradually fading into the dust.

There was no winner or loser, and the hall was completely silent. In the center of the main hall, Yining closed her eyes, a subtle sadness on her face that was involuntarily shocking.

After a moment, Mrs. Wei came back to her senses. She shook Yining's hand and said softly, "I didn't know you played the pipa so well!"

Yining stood up, holding the pipa in her arms. She remembered her wet nurse's lament: "...the old lady didn't like musical instruments, so Madam gave up playing. She's actually very talented, and I know it wouldn't be of much use to you even if she learned it, but I still wanted to teach you. You'll remember her whenever you play the pipa in the future."

She would think of her, of her biological mother whom she had never met, and who had no chance to even hug her. Although she had not personally taught her, she had always been influencing her.

Old Madam Wei turned around and said to Xie Yun with a smile, "What do you think, Second Miss Xie?"

Xie Yun's eyes were a little complicated. She said, "I also heard someone play this piece when I was a child. I was amazed at the time and thought I would never hear such exquisite music again. Sister Yining is about 70% as exquisite as her." She smiled again, her smile was very bright. "Sister Yining also started playing the pipa when she was in elementary school?"

"That's not the case. It was a pipa teacher her father found for her a few months ago. I noticed that she didn't practice much on weekdays, so I thought she was just giving it a try and didn't do it for two days," said Mrs. Wei.

"That's not surprising." Xie Yun nodded. "Sister Yining's fingering is a little rusty, but she's incredibly talented and her interpretation of the melody is far better than mine."

Yining also knew that her fingering skills would inevitably regress if she didn't practice for a long time. She was lazy and didn't practice much on weekdays, so her talent was wasted.

She didn't feel sorry. If she hadn't met Xie Yun today, she might have forgotten to play the pipa. However, she did say a few sincere words to Xie Yun: "Second Miss Xie plays beautifully, but I don't like the songs she plays. There's always a lack of flavor in her playing."

Xie Yun was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"So, is the song you are playing your favorite?" A voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Everyone looked over at once.

Yining turned his head and saw a tall figure standing at the door with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a patched uniform commonly worn by military officers, and his expression was calm but with a hint of majesty.

Someone present had already recognized Lu Jiaxue and couldn't help but gasp. Zhao Mingzhu, standing next to Old Lady Wei, suddenly brightened up and leaned over to call him, smiling, "Godfather! How did you find time to come here?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Mingzhu again. They had known that this Miss Mingzhu was Lu Jiaxue's adopted daughter, but today was the first time they saw her.

How did he get here!

Yi Ning's fingers tightened slightly around the strings. Her feelings towards Lu Jiaxue were complex, perhaps a mixture of resentment and fear. But they had faded considerably, because there was nothing she could do to him… She suddenly felt fortunate that her lack of practice hadn't kept her playing as good as before. Yi Ning bowed slightly and said, "The teacher only taught us this piece. I can't say whether I like it or not." She tried to remain calm, fearing he might notice something was wrong, and she forced herself to avoid his gaze.

I can only hope that he really didn’t listen carefully back then!

Lu Jiaxue looked at Yining without saying anything. Wei Ling came over. It was not convenient to talk with all the women in the room, so he told Mrs. Wei that the banquet in Fangshan had been arranged and asked everyone to move to Fangshan.

"I haven't seen you in a long time." Zhao Mingzhu came over and said to him with a smile. She was filled with joy when she saw Lu Jiaxue. She thought he was here to see her and went over to hold his hand.

Lu Jiaxue just nodded slightly to Zhao Mingzhu, then walked in and sat on the armchair.

Overlord Undressed, it's not easy for this little girl to play even 70% of the charm. Although... it can't compare to that guy, it's not bad.

This little girl really looks like her, even her demeanor and tone of voice. She should be thankful that she is Wei Ling's daughter.

She should even be thankful that he has been cultivating himself over the past few years.

Lu Jiaxue said calmly, "If it's not a song you love, then you should play it less."

Yining gritted his teeth, raised his head and said with a smile: "My Lord, how others play is probably none of your business."

Old Mrs. Wei and Zhao Mingzhu were both startled when they heard this. Wei Ling had just sent someone over, and no one had ever spoken to Lu Jiaxue like this before.

Luo Shenyuan stepped forward and took Yining's hand. "My Lord, Yining is still young."

Lu Jiaxue looked up and saw Luo Shenyuan. The young man stood before Luo Yining, like a protector. He recognized Luo Shenyuan, lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and said, "New number one scholar?"

"During the palace examination, the emperor once asked me if I could be the top scholar since my right hand was injured and couldn't bend it." Lu Jiaxue continued, "I told him that it didn't matter."

Luo Shenyuan listened, smiled silently and said: "Then I should thank the governor."

Lu Jiaxue remained silent for a moment. Although the two men held different positions, Luo Yining, who was watching from the side, sensed a simmering undercurrent. After Luo Shenyuan became Prime Minister, he and Lu Jiaxue became irreconcilable opponents. Their overt and covert struggles were numerous.

Lu Jiaxue truly didn't take this young man seriously. No matter how talented he was, he was still young. Yi Ning held Luo Shenyuan's hand, yet she could feel the rough scars on his palm... all because of little Yi Ning. She looked up and saw Luo Shenyuan's usual silence. She knew Luo Shenyuan didn't need anyone's pity, that he would eventually rise to a high position, perhaps even Lu Jiaxue's strongest rival. But now, she couldn't help but feel... sympathy for him. "Right hand disease"—it's a simple phrase, but it will be a lifelong sympathy. She knew her third brother's right hand still couldn't hold a pen.

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