Speaking of which.
Wei Qing's eyes darted around, and she chuckled, "But this thing is practically tailor-made for you!"
"Think about it, who is our Lord Jiang?"
"Slaying the Dragon in Taihu Lake, what kind of Evil Qi is that?"
"If this piece is paired with it, at the Liushang Banquet..."
Wei Qing clenched her small fist, swung it fiercely in the air, and said viciously, "At that time, we'll shatter the dog eyes of those who only know how to groan without illness!"
Jiang Yuechu looked at her with a hint of amusement.
This girl.
She was truly putting in a lot of effort to make herself stand out at the banquet.
"Alright."
Jiang Yuechu reached out and took the tattered ancient book.
"Since you've said so much, if I refuse again, it would seem ungrateful of me."
Wei Qing quickly urged, "Hurry and look, hurry and look!"
"But let me warn you beforehand, that old man also said that the fingerings for this piece are complex and obscure, making it extremely difficult to practice."
"Even the most talented musicians in the Imperial Music Bureau wouldn't be able to play it properly without at least a year or half a year of painstaking practice."
Wei Qing counted the days on her fingers, and a hint of worry appeared on her small face again.
"There are only two days left until the Liushang Banquet..."
"Yuechu, don't put too much pressure on yourself. We'll practice as much as we can. If it's really impossible, just play half a movement. As long as the Aura is there, it's fine."
Jiang Yuechu didn't reply, opening the pages of the book.
If it were before, seeing these things would have given her a headache.
But now... the talent of [Extensive Knowledge and Strong Memory] quietly activated.
Every fingering, every pause with varying emphasis and speed.
Even the annotations left by the original writer were clearly etched into her mind.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Jiang Yuechu flipped through the book extremely quickly.
Almost reading ten lines at a glance.
In the dumbfounded gaze of Wei Qing, the score, which consisted of dozens of pages, was finished in just half a cup of tea.
Clap.
The book closed. Jiang Yuechu casually placed it on the desk, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed her temples with her slender fingers.
Jiang Yuechu casually placed it on the desk, closed her eyes, and gently rubbed her temples with her slender fingers.
Wei Qing was stunned.
She blinked, looking at Jiang Yuechu with disbelief.
"Fin... finished?"
"Mm."
"Yuechu..."
Wei Qing earnestly advised, "This is a musical score, not an essay. You need to carefully ponder its Concept..."
"Concept?"
Jiang Yuechu narrowed her eyes.
In her usually clear and cold eyes, a hint of crimson was faintly flashing at this moment.
"You mean..."
She slowly raised her hands.
Her hands hovered above the zither strings.
"Like this?"
Zheng—!!!
A deafening sound, like tearing silk, suddenly erupted in the boudoir.
This sound.
Like iron cavalry charging, swords and spears clashing.
Like a silver vase suddenly shattering, water and pulp gushing out.
Wei Qing's body trembled violently, feeling a chill shoot straight from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and goosebumps instantly appeared all over her body.
In a daze.
She felt as if she wasn't seeing a girl playing the zither.
But a god of slaughter standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, holding a long blade, indifferent to all living beings.
Jiang Yuechu's ten fingers played continuously.
The zither music became increasingly urgent and dense.
The originally quiet and peaceful boudoir was now filled with a Killing Intent.
The teacups on the desk began to tremble slightly.
The withered leaves outside the window were swept up by an invisible force, dancing wildly in the air.
Boom—
As the last note fell.
Jiang Yuechu slammed her hands onto the zither strings.
The lingering melody echoed, long and unbroken.
Wei Qing's mouth hung open, her eyes wide, like a fool who had seen a ghost, staring blankly at the calm young girl before her.
After a long while.
She murmured, "You... have you seen this before?"
Jiang Yuechu rolled her eyes impatiently.
"You said yourself it's a unique copy, how could I have learned it?"
"Uh..."
True.
She had gone to great lengths to acquire this score; it was the only one in the world. Normally, that old man guarded it like a treasure, not even letting anyone glimpse it.
If Jiang Yuechu had learned it before, that would truly be seeing a ghost.
But... she only looked at it once?
Without even a trial run, she immediately produced such an earth-shattering performance?
Is this really something a human can do?
Wei Qing swallowed, looking at the cold, beautiful face so close before her.
Her gaze gradually became a little strange.
She reached out and cautiously poked Jiang Yuechu's cheek.
"Yuechu, you're not really an Immortal Reincarnation, are you?"
"..."
...Two days passed in a flash.
The atmosphere in Chang'an City visibly grew restless.
In the backyard of the Wei Residence.
Jiang Yuechu felt a throbbing pain in her head.
She slumped on the soft couch, her eye twitching slightly as she looked at the mountain of silk and satin piled before her.
"How about this one?"
Wei Qing held up a light purple Immortal-style skirt, gesturing with it against Jiang Yuechu's body.
"This is Shu Brocade; the embroidery on it was sewn stitch by stitch by Embroiderer Su."
Jiang Yuechu was expressionless, shrinking back slightly.
"Not wearing it."
"Oh, come on—"
Wei Qing persisted, pouncing directly onto Jiang Yuechu and shaking her arm.
"My dear Yuechu, just try it on!"
"Tonight is the Liushang Banquet. All the civil and military officials, and even Your Majesty, will be there. You can't possibly go in that murderous Silver Robe, can you?"
"Besides, you're so beautiful. If you just dress up a little..."
Jiang Yuechu sighed helplessly.
She really didn't understand where this girl got so much energy.
"I'm not going to a beauty pageant..."
"I don't care, I don't care!"
Wei Qing used her trump card, looking at her with teary eyes.
"Just do it for my sake, or for my father's sake. Whether our Wei Family gains face tonight depends entirely on you..."
"Just try it on, just once!"
Faced with such a shameless display of coquetry.
Jiang Yuechu's heart softened after all.
"...Alright."
She rubbed her temples.
"Just this once."
Wei Qing cheered, immediately stuffing the purple dress into Jiang Yuechu's arms, then enthusiastically began to pick out accessories.
Half an incense stick later.
Before the bronze mirror.
A light purple long dress trailed to the ground, a white jade belt cinched at her waist, accentuating her slender figure.
Her long hair, which was usually tied up, was forcefully styled by Wei Qing into a flowing cloud bun and adorned with a hair ornament.
Gone was some of her usual cold sharpness and Evil Qi.
Added were a never-before-seen softness and charm.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Wei Qing circled her twice, making sounds of admiration.
"I knew it! If our Lord Jiang would just dress up, what chance would any other woman in this world have?"
Jiang Yuechu felt completely awkward.
"Are we done yet?"
Jiang Yuechu frowned, "Hurry up and change out of this. It's uncomfortable to wear."
"Don't rush, let's try this one. This red one will definitely complement your skin tone even more..."
Just as Wei Qing enthusiastically picked up another garment and was about to put it on her.
A hurried knock came from outside the door.
"Young Miss, is Lord Jiang inside?"
Wei Qing paused, turning back with some displeasure.
"What is it? Can't you see we're busy?"
"Someone from the front hall is looking for Lord Jiang. It's urgent."