The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: 162 Ying Luwei just collapsed [1 more update]

The one who posted this barrage message wasn’t a fan of Ying Luwei but one of those piano enthusiasts.

He had come to listen out of curiosity, not minding the price of a ticket.

To his astonishment, he hadn’t yet recovered from the immense shock of “Sun and Moon” when he suddenly heard “Holy War”!

“Holy War” is the most revered among the three piano compositions by Vera Hall.

In terms of technique and the overall intention of the piece, “Sun and Moon” is slightly less challenging than “Holy War”.

The reason “Sun and Moon” is more famed is that over ten pianists have played it.

But “Holy War” has only been played twice to this day.

Three years ago, this piano aficionado happened to be in O continent and had the opportunity to hear it.

Once you’ve heard “Holy War”, you’ll never forget it.

So even though he had only listened to a short introduction, he could instantly recognize it.

In the VIP seats, Che Yu’s expression was as if he’d seen a ghost, shocked and unable to maintain decorum during the concert, “Teacher Zhuo, she, she, she…”

Zhuo Lanhan let out a slow breath, relaxing with the gentle piano melody, murmuring, “Such a terrifying talent.”

The undertone of “Sun and Moon” is entirely different from “Holy War”, even though the introduction to both pieces starts with the bass notes.

One depicts the Moon Goddess, with her hunting bow leaping down from the hillside in the night, graceful and hazy.

The other, in Heaven, God creates all things, as Angels slowly descend upon this world, holy and noble.

Ying Zijin didn’t take a break and directly began playing “Holy War”.

If it were them, they couldn’t manage such a swift transition in these few seconds.

More importantly, a piano sonata lasting 22 minutes, especially a world-renowned difficult piece like “Sun and Moon”, Ying Zijin played through without even a drop of sweat and still looked calm and relaxed.

“Ding-dong-ding, ding-dong—”

The piano notes flowed, from low to high.

A very cheerful passage.

Zhuo Lanhan’s expression grew more and more serious.

This was the first time she had seen a pianist completely detach her emotions from the music she was playing.

The girl’s eyes were so calm, one could even say indifferent.

Her fingers danced rapidly on the keys, nearly leaving afterimages, yet her body didn’t sway with them.

“Dong-dong!”

The tranquil and profound piano sound suddenly rose in pitch as if bells from a clock tower were ringing in unison.

A powerful burst of energy surged through the girl’s body, funneling into the piano notes, ushering the listener into a new story.

God ascended to Heaven with the Saint Heir Adam while Archangel Lucifiel refused to bow.

At his command, a third of the Angels rebelled.

Once father and son stood opposed; thus, the Holy War erupted!

“Dong! Dong-dong—”

Another burst of frantic trills; the piano composition soared to its climax.

“Shh, brother, pull yourself together.” Berg shook Bart, who was nearly fainting, “Don’t pass out. If you do, I’ll have to give you CPR.”

The rest of the hall was listening in stunned silence.

Ying Luwei’s fans were speechless.

They were pale-faced, wishing they could leave their seats and go away.

Even those who knew nothing about pianos could tell whose performance was superior.

No.

Ying Luwei’s three piano pieces simply couldn’t compare.

The barrage started flooding in; those piano lovers were going crazy.

[Ahhhh, I’m dying of excitement! What kind of fairy piano piece is this? So overwhelming, I’m beside myself.]

[I’ll say Vera Hall is alive, and no one would dispute that, right?]

[More than Vera Hall being alive, I even think she is Vera Hall herself. The Imperial Court performance at Jade Ice Cui in the 18th century couldn’t have been better than this, right?]

Old Master Zhong was also somewhat stupefied.

He felt that his granddaughter had far exceeded his imagination.

Beside him, Xiu Yu explained, “Grandpa Zhong, what Daddy Ying just played was the ‘Sun and Moon’ that Little Aunt Bai Lian always talked about wanting to play. This ‘Holy War’ is even more challenging.”

Very well.

Now she declares her music idol isn’t Vera Hall anymore; she remains a fan of their Daddy Ying.

The piano music had quieted down again, the story now progressed to Archangel Lucifiel’s failure, beginning his descent into Hell.

The heavy piano tones, sad, left people breathless.

Fu Yunshen clasped his hands, propping his chin, his gaze deep.

A few seconds later, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at the upper right side of the hall.

A camera came down from above, zooming in to give a close-up of Ying Zijin’s hands.

Her hands were so fast, constantly falling and springing back, with fortissimo notes exploding forth.

Vibrating the eardrums, pounding against the heart.

“Clap, clap, clap—”

The applause, belated by several minutes, finally erupted at this moment.

And Ying Luwei, who had just finished touching up her makeup backstage, heard the fervent clapping.

She paused and wondered, “What happened?”

The applause she received after her performance was not nearly as loud.

The agent thought for a moment, “Could it be that your fake niece was tossed out by Zhuo Lanhan for embarrassing herself, and your fans are cheering?”

What’s happening? _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

She was too familiar with this section, having always played it blind.

Saying that “Holy War” holds a higher status in music than “Sun and Moon” was not wrong.

“Sun and Moon” was her first piano piece, not yet perfect.

But “Holy War,” having tapped into “The Bible” as a theme, saw its value skyrocket instantly.

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes lowered, her fingers swiftly brushed over the high notes, and finally settled on one note.

Symbolizing the end of this piece.

Zhuo Lanhan had picked up the microphone, ready to speak.

But to her shock, she found that the girl had no intention of getting up.

Ying Zijin slightly adjusted her sleeves, and her fingers started jumping on the keys for the third time.

This time, she wasn’t playing a sonata but a serenade.

It was a genre of music with a lyrical style.

In just a moment, the powerful impact brought by the sonata was suppressed by the subtle and lingering serenade.

“…”

Zhuo Lanhan was profoundly shocked.

She had never heard this one before.

[Oh my God!!! There’s more!!! Could this be the never before played “Song of Jade Ice Cui”??!]

[It must be “Song of Jade Ice Cui,” and though no one has ever played it, the tonality of “Song of Jade Ice Cui” is just like this.]

Bart wasn’t faint anymore, he hurriedly pulled up a file saved on his phone.

It was a fragmented music sheet, missing many parts, not just a few notes.

“It’s ‘Song of Jade Ice Cui’! Really ‘Song of Jade Ice Cui’!” Bart went crazy, “She was able to play it even with the incomplete sheet!”

Apart from Vera Hall, three hundred years had passed, and no other pianist had managed to perform “Song of Jade Ice Cui.”

It wasn’t because it was genuinely too difficult for anyone to play, but because the sheet was so badly damaged, it couldn’t be filled in.

He had tried to repair it too, without success.

And now—

The only thought left in Bart’s mind was,

The music world, is going to explode!

**

Tuning Room.

The staff in charge of managing the equipment were also stunned by the concert, completely mesmerized.

They didn’t notice someone would rush in at this time.

“Turn off the live broadcast now!” Ying Luwei was frantic, “Turn it off for me, cut off all the sound, do you hear me?!”