The piece was not long, and after the last note ended, the venue remained quiet for about half an hour.
Then, thunderous applause erupted.
"Hahaha...Where are those Wei people who were just mocking the Empress? Why are they all silent? It turns out that our Great Yan Empress's skills are so exquisite that she can turn barking wild dogs into mute dogs!"
"Who said Your Majesty was bound to lose? Doesn't your face hurt?"
"It sounds nice, but the second half of the aria seems a bit different from Wei Lan's performance?"
Someone explained, "It's not just a little different, it's completely different. Wei Lan played that garbage version with music composed by the celestial musician, while the one the Empress played... well... I've never heard it before, but without exaggeration, the younger generation surpasses the older, amazing! Extremely amazing!"
This is quite a high compliment. Everyone was curious who was so bold as to say such things in public. Weren't they afraid of angering the celestial musician and getting into trouble?
They couldn't help but turn around to look, and saw an old man in a white robe shaking his head and criticizing the flaws in the music composed by the celestial musician. He was merciless and incisive in his criticism.
Someone asked, "Who is this old man? He looks familiar. I guess he's not the musician himself."
"You guessed wrong, it's him."
A moment of silence fell over everyone.
In that instant, their minds were filled with one question—
Is it true that if you're a ruthless person who wouldn't even hold back when criticizing yourself, you can one day become a master in the world of music?
Everyone suddenly understood.
Murong You, who was peeling melon seeds for Shen Jiao, jumped up excitedly. If the venue hadn't been limited, she would have run a few laps and shouted three times, "Your Majesty is the best!"
"See, little chubby girl? I told you long ago, Her Majesty is incredibly powerful!" The Ninth Princess crossed her arms, beaming with pride.
Princess Han Ya, unusually, didn't argue with her and nodded: "Indeed very impressive, I admit defeat. By the way, do you still have some melon seeds?"
Murong You narrowed her eyes: "No, no, no. If you really want to eat them, you can suck the flavor off the sunflower seed shells."
Princess Han Ya couldn't understand how she, a princess of a nation, had fallen to the point of eating melon seed shells. She sneered, "If I remember correctly, these melon seeds were prepared by Yanjiangtai. What right do you have to monopolize them!"
"Bullshit!" Murong You's invisible tail swelled up as he spoke: "Does this kind of ordinary melon seed from Yanjiangtai deserve our Empress? The melon seeds that the Empress is eating today were personally bought by me, Murong You. Each one is glossy and plump. Only melon seeds of this quality are worthy of my Empress!"
Princess Hanya: "..."
Suddenly, it dawned on him why Murong You had kept reminding the Great Yan Empress to eat melon seeds before the competition.
Xi'an: "???"
She works from nine to five, sticks to her post, and never leaves early or is late. How can she still have the illusion that her job has been taken away?
"What about the melon seeds that Yanjiangtai prepared?" Princess Hanya asked with innocent curiosity.
"Of course it's to honor my fifth brother!" Murong You shook her head happily; she truly was the best younger sister in the world.
Meanwhile, Murong Chen, the fifth brother who is known as the best sister in the world, was so angry when he saw that Shen Jiao was not only unharmed but also performed so well that he wanted to kill her!
He looked around and ordered Zhang San, "Go and bring me some melon seeds!"
Zhang San: "When did Your Highness start liking to eat sunflower seeds?"
Murong Chen sneered, "What I'm eating isn't melon seeds! It's Shen Jiao! It's a tyrant! Bah! Bah! Bah! Ugh, these melon seeds are so disgusting! Ugh!"
Who prepared these sunflower seeds?
Are you trying to make it so bad it'll kill him?!
At the same time, Liang Heng happily crawled out from under the table and clapped his hands: "Not bad, not bad! Very good, as expected of my sister Chen, Liang Heng, you are exceptionally capable!"
He suddenly remembered something and asked, "Eh? Your Majesty, you taught Sister Shen how to play the zither, and you also composed this piece?"
"No," Ji Yan said calmly.
Liang Heng pinched his chin and rubbed it a couple of times: "It's not that. That Sister Shen composed the song all by herself. What incredible talent that is!"
Ji Yan's gaze remained fixed on the competition arena. The girl narrowed her eyes with delight, looking quite cunning. Only after hearing this did she manage to spare a glance for Liang Heng amidst her busy schedule.
"What I mean is that Jiaojiao didn't choose this piece for the final."
"What!?" Liang Heng was stunned: "...Then isn't that...a last-minute replacement?"
This...this is genius?
No, no, no, this is the devil!
**
Shen Jiao did indeed change the song at the last minute, and to be honest, she was able to perform it so well thanks to Wei Lan.
Wei Lan played it well enough, without making any mistakes, so she wouldn't make any errors when learning it.
She hadn't originally planned to change her piece, since the piece she was using for the competition was an ancient melody that had been passed down for centuries. However, when Wei Lan was playing the second half, she suddenly remembered a dream.
The boy, covered in blood, was trapped in a cage full of spikes. She witnessed it all but was powerless to do anything about it.
She suddenly thought, if only the boy were not alone, but dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, commanding thousands of troops, how glorious and unrestrained he would be.
Suddenly, a melody flashed through Shen Jiao's mind, and she immediately decided to show off her lonely and helpless young man!
"You flatter me." Shen Jiao smiled as she looked at the exasperated woman opposite her.
Wei Lan's palms were already scratched raw by her nails. She sneered with a half-smile, "It's just good luck. I don't believe you'll be this arrogant in the next round!"
Shen Jiao shrugged: "Yeah, you're right, after all, it's just basic stuff."
Wei Lan: "..."
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