Chapter 58: Live Stream Activated: Hard-Core Self-Proof with No Blind Spots

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Lin Xuan connected the power.

The third camera was set up at the rear side.

This angle could clearly capture Xiao Sizi's entire body, her arms, and the whole wall behind her.

Three devices formed a panoramic surveillance with absolutely no visual blind spots.

"Are you afraid?" Lin Xuan stood up, tested a few shots, and confirmed the resolution was extremely high; even the fibers on the rice paper were visible.

Xiao Sizi lifted her chin.

"The children of the Li family have never known how to write the word 'fear'."

A faint smile finally appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.

"Good, go change into that lightest short-sleeved summer outfit."

Wide sleeves invite controversy.

Then wear short sleeves and expose the entire arm.

Lin Xuan returned to the Personal Computer and opened the backend of the live-streaming software.

He entered the stream key and debugged the switching between the three camera angles.

He glanced at the time. Six in the afternoon.

Two hours remained until the scheduled broadcast time.

He intended to launch this hard-core self-proof with no retreat during the golden hour of peak traffic across the entire network.

All doubts, curses, and malicious speculations.

Would turn to dust before absolute strength.

The second hand on the wall clock jumped.

Moving toward eight o'clock sharp in the evening.

Lin Xuan sat in the study's computer chair and pressed the Enter key with his finger.

The streaming software started.

On the backend of the real-name verified short-video account, the green light lit up.

The panoramic high-definition live stream cut in directly.

The first ten seconds of the broadcast.

The number of viewers in the live room stayed at single digits.

But very quickly, the platform Algorithm detected that this account, currently at the center of the public opinion storm, had gone live.

The massive traffic pool instantly tilted.

Ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand...

The numbers jumped so fast they made one dizzy.

Following that, a barrage exploded like an avalanche on the Personal Computer screen.

Dense text covered the entire Monitor.

All were the most vicious curses and doubts.

"Does the fake-making dog dare to go live? Here to scam tips?"

"Where is the hidden robotic arm? Let everyone see!"

"Call the police immediately! This beast abuses a four-year-old child for traffic!"

"Hand over that girl! Boycott bottomless hype!"

Lin Xuan leaned back in the chair; the cold light hit his face, making him look gloomy.

He reached out, dragged the microphone over, and raised the audio input level.

"Everyone in the live room, whether you are raiding, debunking, or riding the traffic, open your eyes wide and look clearly at the three ultra-high-definition camera angles."

"Main camera: full view of the study, with absolutely no visual blind spots."

Lin Xuan clicked to switch on the director software, splitting the live feed into three.

In the upper right corner of the screen, a vertically top-down shot appeared.

"Camera two, top-mounted."

"Direct shot of the desk and rice paper, with unobstructed light."

In the lower right corner of the screen, a macro side-shot appeared.

"Camera three, side macro, staring fixedly at the wrist and the brush handle."

"Aren't you looking for a hidden robotic arm? Aren't you looking for optical projection?"

"Look carefully and bring out all your skills to check frame by frame for fakes. If you can find even a single traction wire used for fraud on this table or in this room, or find a single projector."

"I, Lin Xuan, will smash my own hand in front of seven hundred thousand people across the entire network."

His words rang out with weight.

A very brief stagnation appeared in the live room's barrage.

The keyboard warriors were stunned by this hard-line attitude with no retreat for half a second.

But very quickly, a greater wave of mockery surged back.

"Who can't talk tough? If you have the ability, let someone else write it!"

"Who are you bluffing? Who knows what new high-tech trick is being used to deceive people!"

Lin Xuan was too lazy to look at the screen anymore.

The wooden door of the study was pushed open.

Xiao Sizi walked in, slippers dragging.

She had just washed her face.

Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, carrying a trace of moisture.

She wore a pink pure-cotton home pajama set.

Lin Xuan moved a specially made low wooden stool and placed it before the desk.

"Are you afraid? Right now, hundreds of thousands of people are connected online, all watching you."

Xiao Sizi climbed onto the wooden stool and sat steady. "Not afraid!"

Lin Xuan unfurled a roll of extra-large prepared Xuan paper.

Two heavy brass paperweights pressed down on both ends.

The paper surface lay flat as a mirror, covering most of the table.

A stone inkstone filled with thick ink had been ground long ago, emitting the fresh scent of pine soot.

Lin Xuan selected a long-tip wolf-hair brush soaked in ink and handed it over.

Xiao Sizi reached out to take the brush; the sleeves of her pink pajamas were rolled up, revealing a slender, pale forearm.

Lin Xuan stepped back, clearing space for the camera lens.

"Tonight, one continuous shot, reciting from memory on the spot."

This was the ultimate response to all accusations of "copying the cat to draw a tiger."

Xiao Sizi held the brush and turned her head to look at Lin Xuan.

"What shall I recite from memory?"

"Pick the one you remember best, the most difficult one, and write it."

Lin Xuan looked at her. "Let them fall completely silent."

Xiao Sizi nodded.

She withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes.

In her mind, she flipped through those yellowed calligraphy models in the Taiji Palace library.

She searched for the supreme stele inscriptions that her Imperial Father had once held her hand to break down stroke by stroke.

Above the Sky Screen.

Light and shadow shifted.

The live-stream feed, along with those hundreds of thousands of hostile bullet comments.

Hung suspended in the night sky of ancient Jiuzhou.

The Great Tang's Taiji Palace.

Li Shimin's breath was forcibly cut off at this moment.

The chest of the Eternal Emperor ceased to rise and fall.

He understood those vicious words scrolling across the entire screen.

He understood those vicious words scrolling across the entire screen.

It was the jealousy of later mediocrities toward a genius, the ultimate insult to the bloodline of his Li family.

Zhangsun Huanghou stood half a step behind him, her hands clasped before her chest.

She was praying for her daughter, far away in another world.

Begging the ancestors to protect the Great Tang princess and help her safely weather this storm of verbal and written condemnation.

Inside the Imperial Academy.

Chu Suiliang, Yu Shinan.

Several giants of the Great Tang calligraphy world stopped their vermilion brushes, which were in the middle of reviewing documents.

They looked up at the Sky Screen.

Their eyes dared not blink even a fraction.

Eastern Jin, Lanting.

Wang Xizhi pushed aside the wine cup on his desk.

Wine spilled out, soaking the hem of his robe.

He noticed nothing; his entire gaze was fixed on that young girl with her eyes closed in deep thought.

Song Dynasty, Su Shi stopped pacing.

Ming Dynasty, Tang Yin dropped his painting brush.

Scholars and calligraphy masters from every dynasty.

At this moment, they cast aside the distinctions of their eras.

Their gazes spanned time and space, converging in the small study of that modern apartment.

Converging on that young girl wearing pink pajamas.

They were all waiting.

Waiting to see how this four-and-a-half-year-old child would shatter this overwhelming defamation with a single brush.

Inside the study.

Three seconds of contemplation.

Xiao Sizi opened her eyes.

In her black-and-white distinct pupils, the childish innocence and the laziness from just washing up vanished completely.

Even the pink pajamas could not conceal that innate bearing, cultivated in the Taiji Palace where imperial power was at its peak.

That was an orthodox imperial dignity soaked into the very bones and blood.

Mixed with a Wei-Jin spirit that had seen through the mortal world.

The wrist lifted, suspended in mid-air.

Muscle memory took over this young body.

The wolf-hair brush pressed down, its tip touching the Xuan paper.

Ink spread across the paper's surface, forming the first heavy mark.

The wrist turned, the brush moving like a wandering dragon.

In the main camera's frame, the little girl sat upright like a bell.

In the overhead shot, the characters on the Xuan paper stood as solid as iron.

In the side-angle macro shot, the brush tip split and rebounded; the movement trajectory of every single wolf hair was clearly visible.

And on the Personal Computer Monitor.

The tens of thousands of black-hat danmu comments suddenly froze.

The screen full of filthy language and sarcastic remarks experienced an extremely eerie stagnation.

Hundreds of thousands of modern netizens crouching before their screens, tapping on their Keyboards.

At the instant they saw the momentum of the brush's starting stroke, their hands hovered suspended above the Keyboards.

They forgot to tap, forgot to send.

The entire live broadcast room.

Fell into a collective dead silence where a pin dropping could be heard.