Chapter 64

Zhou Yu confessed: "You're right—my true goal is to crush Tang San myself."

Though Qian Renxue had already suspected Zhou Yu's target was Tang San, hearing it outright still startled her.

She couldn't help pressing: "What deep enmity exists between you two?"

Zhou Yu's eyes glinted with resolve: "A blood feud that cannot be reconciled!"

Only Bibi Dong knew his true identity.

Now, he had no intention of withholding anything from Qian Renxue.

He slowly revealed his origins: how his father had been killed by Tang San, how his mother had died in despair, and how his master Si Si had also been murdered by Tang San and Xiao Wu.

"A path to death?"

After hearing this, Qian Renxue was stunned.

She had never imagined Tang San could be so ruthless.

Though Zhou Yu's father had erred first, his crime did not warrant death.

Moreover, Tang San had been only six years old at the time—how could he be so cruel?

With sympathy, Qian Renxue turned to Zhou Yu, lips slightly curved: "You've told me this secret—do you mean to pledge your loyalty to me?"

Zhou Yu supported Bibi Dong's decisions and agreed with Qian Renxue's views.

He answered calmly: "Young Master, I am of the Spirit Hall—I naturally serve you."

In response, Qian Renxue merely smiled lightly and said: "Since Tang San has returned, come with me to Yuexuan!"

…

Yuexuan's annual enrollment limit is only one hundred spots.

These hundred seats draw fierce competition from noble children across the Tiandou Diguo—even the imperial princess is not exempt.

In the spacious hall, a young man in a plain white robe entered calmly, cradling a golden harp of elegant design and exquisite tone; his arrival instantly drew every eye.

Tang Yuehua stood silently, lost in the heavenly music flowing from the youth's fingertips.

"Auntie Yuehua, could you introduce this student to me?"

A clear voice came from behind; Tang Yuehua turned to see Crown Prince Xue Qinghe approaching in casual attire, flanked by two young men and women.

She bowed slightly: "Your Highness."

Xue Qinghe hurried to return the bow: "Auntie Yuehua, what are you doing? I'm not worthy of such deference."

Tang Yuehua laughed: "Stop calling me 'auntie'—am I that old?"

Princess Xue Ke, standing beside her, chimed in playfully: "Teacher isn't old at all—you're like my sister."

Tang Yuehua smiled faintly: "You're the one who knows how to speak."

Then she turned to Zhou Yu behind Xue Qinghe and asked: "Who is this…?"

"His name is Lin Yu—he's an outstanding disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Xue Qinghe introduced Zhou Yu's assumed identity naturally.

Tang Yuehua nodded with a smile: "So he's from Master Ning's sect."

Zhou Yu secretly studied Tang Yuehua, involuntarily entranced by her breathtaking beauty and transcendent aura.

"This woman is truly a paragon of beauty…"

Clad in a form-fitting silver-gray silk qipao, her full yet elegant curves were accentuated with exquisite grace, radiating endless charm.

Tang Yuehua stepped half a pace aside, allowing Xue Qinghe and his sister to see Tang San clearly.

"Let me introduce you—this is my nephew, Tang Yin."

Upon hearing "Tang Yin," Xue Qinghe's eyes flashed sharply; he mused inwardly: "As Zhou Yu said, Tang San's appearance has changed so drastically—not a trace of his old self remains."

Likewise, Tang San had been quietly observing the crown prince who had once left him a favorable impression. His mannerisms bore a faint resemblance to Ning Fengzhi—whether intentional or not, he could not tell.

Tang San's expression remained calm, but his mind was already analyzing intensely—he considered whether to reveal his true identity to this crown prince.

At that moment, Tang Yuehua also introduced Tang San: "Tang Yin, this is Crown Prince Xue Qinghe of the Tiandou Diguo."

Tang San smiled and bowed slightly to Xue Qinghe: "Greetings, Your Highness."

He also nodded with a smile to Xue Ke beside him—they were classmates, after all, no formalities needed.

When he saw Zhou Yu, his eyes flickered with surprise: "Why is he with the crown prince?"

"Hello, Tang Yin—I'm Lin Yu. I just listened to your performance; that piece was utterly enchanting."

Hearing Zhou Yu's words, Tang San smiled faintly and replied humbly: "All credit goes to my aunt's meticulous teaching. Brother Lin Yu—do you also study the way of music?"

"The way of music… I only know a little."

Zhou Yu had once studied the harp for a time.

Though Tang San had dismissed his suspicions of Zhou Yu, the connection between Zhou Yu and Ning Rongrong irritated him deeply.

He had intended to let Ning Rongrong go to Oscar, making her his brother's woman—so she could become his future ally.

But because of Zhou Yu, Oscar ultimately chose to leave.

"Then, Brother Lin Yu—why not take the stage and perform a piece?"

Tang San's suggestion left Zhou Yu and Tang Yuehua and others momentarily stunned.

After all, this was Yuexuan.

Those who came here to study were masters of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting alike.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe's lips curled into a sly smile, clearly enjoying the spectacle: "Lin Yu, you arrived just in time. Why not take the stage and play for us?"

Zhou Yu smiled calmly and replied: "Since Your Highness has such refined taste, I humbly accept—allow me to perform for you!"

"…."

Xue Qinghe's true identity is Qian Renxue—Zhou Yu's words were, in truth, addressed to her.

Since the Grand Continent High-Level Spirit Master Academy Elite Competition, she had greatly admired Zhou Yu, regarding him and Tang San as rare talents.

Just didn't expect he even understands the Dao of music.

Zhou Yu politely said to Tang San: "Brother Tang Yin, may I borrow your harp?"

"Of course!"

After Tang San finished speaking, he actively handed the zither over.

He actually wanted to see what kind of tricks this proud disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could play.

Zhou Yu calmly took the harp and walked with composure toward the center of the stage.

He spoke in a peaceful tone: "Taking this opportunity, I shall play a piece for Crown Prince — Peach Blossom Promise." — First meeting like lingering vows, wind blows, clouds unroll

In the passage of years, ask what day and what year it is now

Hearts resonate like rhinoceros horns, wishing to hold fast to obsession through countless reincarnations over the years

In the snap of a finger, how many times have flowers bloomed and fallen? This life's entanglement and knotting touched the heartstrings; in the next life, who knows if we can meet again

Leave a patch of peach blossoms as a memorial to settle the fate of floating life; between the eyebrows and eyes remains my longing. One inch of earth, one year of wood, one flower, one tree, one greed. Love is a seed, but it blooms by mistake on the lost path

Forget the road ahead, forget old things, forget the heart, forget you, forget the beginning

Spotted flowers remain on the path of loving you

(End of this chapter)