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Amidst laughter and cheers, the short play performed by the three beauties and five charming girls came to an end. This unusual format and humorous content were a huge success, with the eight girls receiving unanimous praise from all the guests, instantly elevating their fame to a new level.

No one present expected that such an interesting story could unfold in such a short time; the title of "Three Beauties and Five Charms" was indeed well-deserved.

Those guests who had once received the "three beauties and five charms" treatment couldn't help but feel smug when they thought of this.

After the eight girls stepped down from the stage, several servants came up to tidy up the stage, and the colorful curtains that had been rolled up were slowly lowered to cover the stage.

At this moment, everyone's expression became excited, their hearts beat faster, and their excitement was even more fervent than before.

Because next up is Yun Jianyue's solo performance! It's also the highlight of this qin and poetry recital!

The maids and servants quickly finished cleaning up the stage and swiftly removed it. The Wuyi Pavilion darkened again, most of the lamps were extinguished, leaving only a few beams of light shining on the stage.

As the top performer and the final act of the Wuyi Pavilion, Yun Jianyue's entrance was naturally different from others. Instead of taking the steps between the stage and the pavilion, she entered through a secret passage beneath the stage, ascending onto the stage via a mechanism, completely eliminating the possibility of being seen during her entrance.

Amidst the intense anticipation of the crowd, a silhouette holding a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) slowly rose from the stage and appeared in the center.

Although the few spotlights shining on the stage were bright, the figure of Yun Jianyue remained blurry under the cover of the specially made curtains, only a rough outline could be seen, like viewing flowers through the mist, incredibly mysterious.

It is this sense of mystery that makes all the guests extremely eager to see its true appearance.

The shadow of the moon amidst the clouds on the curtain gracefully walked to the center of the stage and slowly sat down at the prepared table and chairs. Even though the figure was blurry, in the eyes of the guests, it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

Then, Yun Jianyue gently plucked the strings of her zither, and a clear, melodious sound flowed out like a mountain stream. A cool, distant singing voice accompanied the zither music, drifting from behind the colorful curtains.

"Take a gentle sniff, and the fragrance permeates the long night. Listen quietly, and the warbling of orioles awakens the morning light."

"Watching idly as the breeze paints the green trees, and feeling the gentle rain wash the windows."

"The day when the flowers bloom in March is also the day when the beauty of this life unfolds."

"Comb my dark hair into a cloud-like tress, and paint my lips with rouge and powder."

"Dress me in colorful brocade and fine clothes, and prepare a golden horse and jade carriage for me."

"Walking along the banks of the meandering Qiongjiang River, we plant seeds of tomorrow's flowers."

Though the flowers bloom brilliantly for a few nights, their beauty fades in the blink of an eye.

Ah~, as gentle as a willow in the breeze, swaying in the mortal world.

"Ah~, I am like a duckweed adrift on the waves, wandering in the abyss of this turbid world."

"I remember those days, leaning against the window, lost in a hazy dream, as if I were being reincarnated into another life."

"Look here, leaning on the railing, I sing alone in solitude, the cold moon still shines on my shadow."

The songs and music of Yun Jian Yue seemed to have a magical power, flowing into the hearts of all the guests like a hot spring. Although the first few lines of the lyrics did not contain the word "spring," the guests could still involuntarily conjure up an image in their minds of a gentle spring rain on a spring night, a bright spring morning, and a wealthy young lady marveling at the beautiful spring scenery, dressing up and going to the Qiongjiang River for a spring outing.

However, the scene was originally full of springtime vitality and refreshing. But then the style changed, and the young lady used the flowers to express her feelings, lamenting the fleeting time and remembering that she was just an ordinary woman, weak and powerless, with no control over her own fate, and could only drift with the tide of destiny. This made people feel sorry for her and wish they could be by her side immediately to comfort and cherish her.

Finally, the young woman grew tired of her sightseeing and fell asleep by the window in the car. In her dream, she recalled her past happy times, as if she had been reborn and was starting anew. When she woke up, it was already dark, and the cold moon still shone sadly. She was alone, leaning on the railing of the car, singing to herself. This lonely and desolate scene evoked a sigh of regret and a deep sense of melancholy.

Before they knew it, the guests were completely drawn into Yun Jianyue's singing and playing of the zither. They listened with rapt attention, all their previous restlessness vanished, and their moods changed with the ebb and flow of the music.

The song "Moon in the Clouds" was short, lasting only about half a cup of tea. However, all the guests were still immersed in the sentimental mood depicted in the lyrics and music of "Moon in the Clouds," and had no interest in using the various generic comments and poems they had prepared in advance to express themselves.

Qingxuan, watching from the private room, nodded repeatedly and smiled at Jiang Shangqiu, saying, "Miss Yun's zither skills are truly remarkable; she has reached the realm of 'empathy.' Through her music, she expresses her own emotions to others, immersing these guests in the music's meaning to the point of oblivion."

"Well, everyone is too busy being sad to bother Miss Yun, so Miss Yun is naturally enjoying some peace and quiet."

Jiang Shangqiu smiled slightly, said nothing, but a hint of smugness appeared in his eyes.

Yun Jianyue's musical skills were taught by her. Although Yun Jianyue later surpassed her teacher, her role in enlightening her was indispensable.

However, not everyone was captivated by Yun Jianyue's melody. At the table closest to the platform, Xuan Xin wore a faint smile. With a thought, he sent a divine message to Chu Yufeng: "Brother Chu, can you confirm that this Qionghua Jade Head is the person who stopped you that day?"

Chu Yufeng had been staring at Yun Jianyue's shadow on the stage from beginning to end, his brows furrowed. After receiving Xuan Xin's divine thought, he looked somewhat troubled, but then sighed and replied with his own divine thought, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Brother Xuan. I am incompetent and cannot determine whether this Yun Jianyue is the same woman from that day."

"Oh?" Xuan Xin smiled but didn't say anything more, just looked at Chu Yufeng.

Chu Yufeng sighed in his divine sense, "Although I am not talented, I have learned a little bit of the 'Path of All Beings' that Brother Xuan gave me that day, and I have cultivated a trace of the will of all beings. That night, I infused that woman's soul with the will of all beings, and in theory, it has not been eliminated yet."

"That day, the woman fled wounded, heading in the direction of Shangxi Prefecture. She disappeared near the prefectural city, most likely infiltrating it. For the past month, I have secretly searched the entire prefectural city, but have found no trace of her. After much thought, only the Wuyi Pavilion, supported by the Xufang Realm, could possibly be hiding her."

"But I can't sense anything from Yun Jianyue, so I dare not make any rash judgments."

"I see." Xuanxin nodded slightly, then asked, "Could it be that the woman has never shown herself in Wuyi Pavilion? But is secretly lurking there?"

"Impossible!" Chu Yufeng shook his head decisively and replied, "Since the day Wuyi Pavilion opened, I have been closely monitoring it and have never let my guard down. After years of secret investigation, I have obtained information on all the people in Wuyi Pavilion. There is no way there is anyone I don't know. If that woman really was infiltrating Wuyi Pavilion that day, then she must have been one of its members."

"These beautiful women, the three beauties and five charming ladies, and those maids and nannies are all here today. After carefully sensing and comparing them, I can confirm that none of them are the people from that day. Only Yun Jianyue never shows her face and is very mysterious. Although I can't sense any thoughts of sentient beings from her, she is still the most suspicious."

"Is that so?" Xuanxin lowered his eyelids slightly, then suddenly smiled: "Since that's the case, if Yunjianyue reveals her true face, can Brother Chu tell if she is the same person from that day?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Yufeng's eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded and said, "Although that woman was wrapped in a coat and cloak and her face was covered with a black cloth that day, her figure was still faintly visible. Moreover, I have deeply engraved her temperament and charm in my mind. If she appears in front of me again, I am six or seven out of ten confident that I will recognize her."

"That's good." Xuanxin clapped her hands gently, her smile widening.

Chu Yufeng couldn't help but ask curiously, "Does Young Master Xuanxin have a way to make the Cloud Moon appear?"

Xuanxin smiled and said, "I've always heard that this Qionghua Yushou has very high standards, and no one has caught her eye in the past two years. That's why I brought Yizhilang and Scholar Yi here."

As she spoke, Xuanxin winked at Yizhilang and said, "Now, I ask Scholar Yi to step in and do whatever he can, no matter what methods he uses, just force her to show herself. I want to see if this Qionghua Yushou can withstand Scholar Yi's scrutiny and whether her literary talent is worthy of her name."

"Yes! I will obey your command, young master."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhilang immediately responded, then glanced around at the guests and gave Yun Jianyue on the stage a sinister smile.

He was deeply annoyed by the disdain shown towards him by everyone present when he entered, and he was seething with resentment. Already harboring resentment, he was further enraged by the short play performed by the three beauties, believing that Wuyi Pavilion was insulting scholars, and he had long wanted to lash out.

Meanwhile, on the high platform, seeing that the guests were all immersed in her music, Yun Jianyue, behind the curtain, was smug and thought to herself that she was indeed amazing. She then picked up her zither and prepared to leave.

These people are all like bees and butterflies; they'll definitely bother me once they realize what's happening, so it's best to slip away first.

But just as Yun Jianyue was about to leave, Yi Zhilang suddenly stood up and coldly snorted, "So, the dignified Qionghua Yushou is leaving?"

Yi Zhilang's words were like a thunderclap, immediately waking the guests who were still immersed in the ambiance of the Cloud Moon Melody. Cloud Moon herself also stopped abruptly, her face showing shock and anger.

Where did this old turtle come from?!

Yi Zhilang, waving his black jade folding fan, slowly walked to the front of the stage, drawing the attention of everyone present. Yi Zhilang thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention, feeling a surge of pleasure. He glanced disdainfully at the stage and scoffed:

"I had assumed that Qionghua Yushou, with her renowned reputation, must possess genuine talent and learning, but upon seeing her today, I find her to be nothing special!"

As soon as Yi Zhilang uttered these words, the entire hall erupted in uproar. All the guests present were first taken aback, and then flew into a rage.

This bastard dares to insult our fairy goddess!?

However, despite the anger of the crowd, the hall remained silent, and no one uttered a word.

After all, Yi Zhilang is a member of the Holy Dynasty and a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), so his status is not low. If they offend him, the consequences would be unbearable for a small local tyrant like them.

Then, a strange scene unfolded: everyone present was clearly furious, glaring angrily at Yizhilang. Yet, they all remained silent, as if their mouths were blocked. Instead, wherever Yizhilang looked, the guests there would lower their heads, unable to meet his gaze.

Yi Zhilang sneered and said to Yun Jianyue on the stage, "I originally thought that since you dared to call yourself the Jade Head of Qionghua, you must have studied poetry and classics, and be talented. I thought that your lyrics and songs should be thought-provoking, teach people principles, distinguish right from wrong, and be deeply righteous."

"I never expected to hear such things today. They are nothing but sentimental lamentations and pointless whining. The content is empty and boring, and listening to them will only make you drowsy."

"With this level of skill, does she even deserve the title 'Qionghua Yushou'?"

"I heard that in the past two years, you haven't met anyone you admire. But now that I think about it, you were afraid of revealing your true abilities when composing poetry with others, weren't you?"

"Hmph, what 'jade head and jade flower'? He's nothing but a pretentious show-off, a fame-seeker!"