The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 1028

Chapter 1028: 794 Ying Zijin: Climb Up [1 More]

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience fell silent.

The judge looked a bit shocked.

The residents were also stunned.

[Although I think the eldest lady will definitely win in medicine, as for martial power... how can an ordinary person possibly compare to the students taught by Master Ta?]

[Is she courting death? I don’t get it.]

[Martial power was originally meant to be the last round. After all, if you break a hand or get injured in the arena, you won’t be able to compete in medicine and art.]

Everyone knows how important a pair of hands are for a doctor.

"Eldest lady, the rules of the competition state that martial power must be the last round." The judge’s expression was serious. "It can’t be changed, because both art and medicine require a healthy body."

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, smiling: "So, you’re saying if I win one more round, I can compete in martial power?"

"This..." The judge was at a loss for words and could only look at Xiluo, "Theoretically it’s possible, but it still depends on Miss Xiluo’s opinion. Only if both parties agree can it proceed."

Xiluo wanted to refuse.

She was now one hundred percent sure that last night’s attack was deflected by Ying Zijin.

How it was blocked, she still didn’t know.

But obviously, Ying Zijin came today specifically to suppress her.

However, she had previously spoken out of impatience, saying things she shouldn’t have said.

Now, the entire city’s residents were watching her. If she refused, it would only make her look guilty. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Fine!" Xiluo suddenly raised her head and sneered, "We’ll compete one round before martial power, but only if you can win."

"Mm." Ying Zijin responded lazily, "You pick, what shall we compete in?"

"Instruments!" Xiluo gritted her teeth, "We’ll each play a piece of music, and whoever overshadows the other wins. We choose our instruments."

She absolutely could not compete with Ying Zijin in medicine.

Otherwise, it would only be her embarrassingly losing face.

Having lost two rounds already, this one, she absolutely could not lose.

The Sage Empress had extremely high achievements in music, and she had learned for a long time.

The music appreciation level in the City of the World was far beyond that of the Seven Continents and Four Oceans. She did not believe that Ying Zijin could still overshadow her with a piece from outside the city.

Hearing this, Jiang Ran held his forehead, unable to watch: "Oh no, what an idiot."

At the side, Xize shrugged, agreeing: "Indeed."

Of the artists he sponsored centuries ago, in the field of piano, other than Ying Zijin, there were only a few music masters she had consulted.

He couldn’t guarantee other instruments, but for the piano, no one had yet surpassed her.

"Yaoyao plays the piano very well." Su Wen wasn’t worried, smiling, "I haven’t even heard her live version."

The butler clenched his fist: "The eldest lady is definitely the best!"

On stage.

The knights had already set up various instruments.

Xiluo chose a harp, and she glanced to the right, seeing the girl sitting at a piano.

She sneered contemptuously.

The piano was too ordinary; what kind of tricks could it produce?

Ying Zijin tested a couple of notes, then looked up at the second floor.

Her gaze met with Fu Yunshen’s.

He smirked, silently asking, "How is it?"

"Not as good as the one you gave me."

The two communicated with lip-reading, unnoticed by others.

The judge stepped back, raising his hand: "The third contest, art, both parties start!"

"Dong, ding dong—"

The familiar prelude sounded, and the first note already overshadowed Xiluo’s harp.

Fu Yunshen gently lifted his eyes, chuckling softly: "The ’Holy War’..."

One of the three famous pieces by Vera Hall, also the most difficult.

The first movement of the piece was tranquil and gentle, like a spring breeze, murmuring softly.

But in the second movement, the piano sound reached a climactic peak.

"Dong dong!"

Each note struck at the listener’s eardrum.

The climax of this sonata easily drew people into the world depicted by the music.

Rebellion erupted, and war was imminent.

On the vividly contrasting battlefield, light and shadows intersected, surrounded by ruins.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes lowered slightly, pressing against his head, as fragmented images in his mind began to flash wildly at this moment.

"The ’Holy War’, huh." Xize stroked his chin, "It’s a pity the boss was just playing around and only wrote three pieces. The ’Holy War’ is my favorite."

Jiang Ran’s face stiffened, slowly turning his head: "You... what did you say?"

"Vera Hall." Xize looked at him strangely, "Haven’t you heard? Seems like your history isn’t that good."

Jiang Ran: "..."

He had heard of it.

But wasn’t that a famous figure from centuries ago?!

Oh dear, his worldview had collapsed once again.

The scene was also silent.

The piano and harp music intertwined, but no one paid attention to Xiluo’s piece anymore, or even remembered there was such a person.

All eyes were focused on the girl.

As she played the piano, she was like a brilliant star, shining, capturing everyone’s attention.

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