The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 167: 161 Explosive Ignition! [3 Updates]_2

The appearance of the Louis XV made Zhuo Lanhan return to her seat.

She took a microphone from a staff member and smiled, “This time I’m honored to see the Louis XV piano here.”

She paused and said sternly, “If anyone else makes noise later, they might as well not sit here at all.”

Those words were clearly a scolding directed at Ying Luwei’s fans.

The fans shrank back, holding their breath in frustration, whispering mockingly.

“Yeah, such an expensive piano, so impressive, but she can’t play it.”

“If you use such an expensive piano to play ‘Ode to Joy,’ that would be truly embarrassing.”

Zhong Manhua was sitting in front of these fans and naturally heard this remark.

She clutched her purse; the regret that had risen earlier was once again suppressed by embarrassment.

Indeed.

Ying Zijin did not know how to play the piano.

Zhong Manhua’s face went from green to red, dreading that the people around might recognize her as Ying Zijin’s mother.

She just wanted to leave this place quickly, at least to escape this embarrassment.

Old Master Zhong looked dubiously at the golden piano: “This wasn’t what I prepared.”

Next to him, Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes flickered, his expression still languid.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He crossed his long legs, watching the girl take her seat on the matching piano bench.

Well, no matter what, the dress and the golden piano matched quite well.

Ying Luwei finally snapped out of her shock, regaining her composure quickly.

The piano might be better than hers, but her playing level was elementary school student’s.

In comparison, it would be a more pitiful scene.

Ying Luwei flipped her hair elegantly and smiled, “The next time is yours, Xiao Jin.”

She lifted her skirt, walking down the stage.

Her agent caught her below: “Go backstage and touch up your makeup first; take a break, you still have a few pieces to play later.”

“You definitely won’t be able to play ‘Sun and Moon’ in its entirety later, so just play a short segment when the time comes.”

Ying Luwei just smiled: “Perhaps I won’t have time to play, the good show is about to begin.”

“I didn’t expect your fake niece to actually have the connections to borrow a Louis XV.” The agent frowned. “Could it be that she knows someone from the Y country’s royal family?”

“You’re thinking too much,” Ying Luwei scoffed. “I could guess that it was the Fu Family who spent a lot of money to borrow it. Such squanderers; no wonder the Fu Family doesn’t like him.”

After thinking it over, the agent felt that made sense and didn’t ask anything more, leading her backstage.

On the stage.

Ying Zijin bowed her head, her fingers slowly gliding over the keys.

It was as if she was touching an old friend, a perfect fit.

Her gaze slightly hardened, then she slowly pressed the first note.

Good, it was the same feeling as before.

[No way, that’s it???]

[Is she joking? Just one note?]

[Really? She can’t even play ‘Ode to Joy’? How embarrassing.]

The fans in the hall wanted to boo again, but didn’t dare.

They bowed their heads and began to play with their phones.

But just then, a deep piano sound echoed in the hall, slow and gentle.

It was like the babbling of a stream, a gentle breeze wafting over the mountains and valleys.

Under the night sky, the Moon slowly rose, casting a clear glow over everything.

Peaceful and serene.

This was an introduction.

It was pleasant to the ears, but it didn’t seem any different from a regular piano piece.

Ying Luwei’s fans were greatly surprised; they had not expected that Ying Zijin could actually play a complete section.

However, the distinguished pianists in the VIP seats all instantly raised their heads, holding their breaths.

“‘Sun and Moon’—” Zhuo Lanhan’s eyes sparkled brilliantly, and his hand suddenly gripped the armrest of his seat, “the Moon Goddess appears!”

The inspiration for “Sun and Moon” came from Greek mythology, telling the story of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess, siblings.

The Moon Goddess was mysterious, the Sun God passionate.

Two completely opposing styles, yet they were cleverly blended together.

This was one of the difficulties of “Sun and Moon.”

To successfully perform “Sun and Moon,” a pianist needed to possess an extremely powerful ability to switch between the styles.

Zhuo Lanhan’s gaze was fervent: “Can she really…?”

“Dong dong!”

The notes suddenly shifted, and the sound of the piano instantly soared, yet without any sense of abruptness.

It was as if thousands of horses were galloping, lightning flashing.

The Sun God, riding his chariot, came from afar, illuminating the entire world.

All around, the world was in awe.

“Dong!”

The next moment, the piano notes were even higher, a grace note lasting less than a quarter of a second brought the piece to a tremendous climax and directly into the first mini-climax.

Although the audience was simply listening, images kept flashing before their eyes.

This was the charm of a sonata.

With its powerful ability to captivate, it could immerse the live audience directly into the story depicted by the sonata.

The hall was utterly quiet, with only the piano notes dancing continuously.

Sometimes it was the lingering voice of the Moon Goddess, sometimes the fervor of the Sun God.

The piano notes wildly shifted, the girl’s fingers moving too fast to be caught by the eye.

Poor Bart was stunned: “Oh, my God!”

“Sun and Moon”!

Vera Hall’s “Sun and Moon”!

With his expertise on the piano, he could tell that the way Ying Zijin played was different from the few pianists before her.

Some notes had changed.

But it was these changes in notes that allowed Bart to feel that “Sun and Moon,” this world-renowned composition, had finally reached perfection.

He sat upright, like a novice, beginning to listen to the girl’s performance.

If even these master pianists had this reaction, not to mention everyone else.

When “Sun and Moon” reached its greatest climax, the entire hall was shaking.

During the 22-minute performance, no one spoke, not a single one.

It wasn’t until the last note fell that everyone, including Ying Luwei’s fans, couldn’t snap back to reality, still in a daze, forgetting all reactions.

This piano piece was beyond description with words, even ‘stunning’ was not enough to convey it.

But onstage, Ying Zijin had not left.

She arched her eyebrow, lifted her hand, and once again struck a note.

The second piece started from this note, and the sound of the piano rolled out once more.

Unlike the intro of “Sun and Moon,” the intro of this piece gave a sense of holiness and elegance.

It was like a sound that should not exist in the mortal world.

It was Heaven, it was Eden Garden.

A few seconds later, the online live stream, which had been empty of comments for a while, finally saw two more.

[Damn!!!]

[This is “Holy War”!!!]