Chapter 57: The Birth of a Miracle (3)

Why support him? Isn’t it obvious? Why are we here? To admire beautiful women—no, talented women! We don’t care who this talented woman is; as long as she is beautiful, graceful, and possesses even a hint of talent, that’s enough. Now, this Zhen Xiaoyan before our eyes—whether she’s genuine or not—her appearance and bearing rival those who came before, perhaps even surpass them. So why bother with truth or falsehood?

Thirteenth Young Master, shameless as you may be, we’re behind you! If only you could find a few more stunning maidens…

“This is… interesting, so very interesting! Chengtian, your son is truly remarkable!” The emperor clapped Ye Chengtian on the shoulder, a genuine exclamation of amazement.

“Thank you for your support!” Ye Lang seemed oblivious to the problematic nature of this support; it wasn’t an acknowledgment that the girl beside him was truly Zhen Xiaoyan.

“Ye Lang! You’re too…” An old minister, serving as judge, slammed the table and rose, but he couldn’t finish his sentence. Too what? Most of the words like shameless and despicable had already been used.

“In any case, what you’re doing is unacceptable! We cannot allow it. Bring Zhen Xiaoyan up to compete, let her show her real abilities!”

“What am I doing? I don’t even understand what you’re saying. I told you, she is Zhen Xiaoyan!” Ye Lang replied impatiently. “Let’s get on with the competition. Fatty, defeat that Shalan Pig! By the way, did she make it to the finals?”

…

You didn’t even check if she qualified for the finals? Your disregard for others is truly absolute!

“Ye Lang, you say she’s Zhen Xiaoyan—show us proof!” Another voice shouted, echoed by many others, demanding evidence from Ye Lang.

Ye Lang frowned slightly and responded coolly, “I say she is, so she is! My word is proof!”

The tone was calm, but carried an undeniable force—a domineering assertion that brooked no doubt, as if his word was law. This aura stunned everyone briefly; it was the first time anyone had seen such authority from Ye Lang, yet it felt natural, as though everyone expected it of him.

“Fatty, sing any song you like and get it over with. I don’t like it here!” Ye Lang was visibly annoyed and impatient. How dare they doubt the honest and reliable young gentleman that he was! At the same time, he strode toward the edge of the stage.

“Oh, alright! Wait—aren’t you going to accompany me?” Zhen Xiaoyan nodded at first, then realized Ye Lang was heading off alone and quickly called out to him.

According to their plan, Ye Lang was to accompany her, to help her voice shine.

“Just sing a cappella. You’ve already enchanted most of the audience; you don’t need me.” Ye Lang had been observing the crowd’s reaction to Zhen Xiaoyan. He believed that as long as she didn’t make a mistake, victory was assured.

“No, I can’t—I don’t dare sing without you…” Zhen Xiaoyan grabbed Ye Lang’s arm, looking timid and frail, a sight that made everyone want to embrace her and protect her tenderly.

My god, I’m going to die—so adorable! Even without singing, I’d vote for you as the queen of flowers!

A crowd went wild, shouting Zhen Xiaoyan’s name, no longer caring about evidence. Many were willing to believe Ye Lang, for in their hearts he was someone who never lied—unless the situation was truly incredible, no one would doubt him.

With this scene, it would be difficult for Fatty not to win. Ye Lang thought to himself, feeling even less inclined to stay. His music was not something easily accessible.

“Uh, I didn’t bring my guitar…” Ye Lang gave a lame excuse.

…

Black lines appeared on Zhen Xiaoyan’s forehead as she fought to suppress her anger, humming softly, “Don’t think you can fool me! Even if you didn’t bring it, we agreed you’d play the flute!”

“I’m playing the flute?”

“Of course!”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure!”

“Fine, let’s get it over with. Women really are troublesome!”

“Hmph…”

“Hey, little brother… you two…” At this point, Ye Lanyu spoke up, noticing Ye Lang had forgotten about her.

“Huh, sis, you’re still here? Want to join in? You sing, you dance…”

“Get lost!” Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess each punched Ye Lang. If he hadn’t mentioned it, they’d have forgotten, and now he was asking for trouble.

“If you don’t want to join, get off the stage and stop interfering.” Ye Lang rummaged in his spatial ring for the flute as he spoke to the two women.

“Hmph! We’ll deal with you later!” Ye Lanyu raised her tiny fist, then left the stage with the Seventh Princess.

Before leaving, they asked, “Is she really Zhen Xiaoyan?”

“Yes, absolutely!” Ye Lang nodded.

“Though it’s hard to believe, I trust you wouldn’t lie to me. Tell me after this how you did it.” That was the message Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess left behind.

They both chose to trust Ye Lang, no doubt about it. They only wanted to be sure he wasn’t lying, not whether his words were true.

Indeed, the angelic face and devilish figure of the stunning girl on stage—the elegant, noble yet approachable aura—was the same person as the overweight girl of twenty days ago, the one with neither figure nor looks, who ignored basic etiquette!

Such a transformation was shocking, unbelievable, and no wonder people questioned it so fiercely.

What was even more astonishing was that someone could make this happen. How did he do it? How was it even possible?

He must tell us his method, then I’ll never have to worry about getting fat! This was Ye Lanyu’s thought at that moment—it was all that mattered to her; the rest seemed irrelevant.

After confirming Zhen Xiaoyan’s identity, a large portion of the women present—indeed, women of all ages—were curious about Ye Lang’s method for transforming Zhen Xiaoyan.

Especially those struggling with their weight—they were desperate to learn Ye Lang’s secret, at any cost!

But just then, everyone was stunned by what happened next: Ye Lang’s flute and Zhen Xiaoyan’s singing deeply moved every soul present.

In that moment, they witnessed the birth of a miracle!

…

“Your Majesty…” someone protested, unwilling to let go.

“Just watch. I believe in him! He has never lied to my daughter, nor to his sister!” the emperor declared confidently.

“But…”

At that moment, a melodious, refreshing flute sounded, signaling everyone to be quiet and listen as the music narrated a beautiful love story…

On stage, Zhen Xiaoyan closed her eyes gently, lowering her head as if feeling something profound. Ye Lang deliberately kept some distance, to better highlight her presence.

Today, she was the star!

After the prelude, she slowly raised her head, opened her eyes, and gazed ahead with deep affection…

“Every night, in my dreams, I see you, I feel you. This is the only time I can be near you, crossing the vast distance between us…”

It was the melody from Titanic. The song, from its gentle beginnings to soaring heights, then to lingering tenderness and finally the stirring tragic finale—in just four minutes, it condensed the entire film.

Ye Lang believed this was the perfect song, allowing Zhen Xiaoyan to express her feelings, to touch everyone present with her voice and true emotion.

It was also what she wanted to say to Young Master Moya, so he could hear her heart.

Of course, to better convey Zhen Xiaoyan’s feelings, Ye Lang rewrote the lyrics, laboring for nearly an hour (less than half, more than ten minutes) to finalize them.

In truth, the main reason he chose this song was because he couldn’t remember the original lyrics; he never remembered lyrics to English songs, only the tunes!

Yet this gave the song a new dimension, making everyone remember it, remember Zhen Xiaoyan’s voice, and remember her heartbreaking secret love.

Now, everyone seemed to sense how Zhen Xiaoyan once hid in the shadows, watching Moya, burying her feelings deep inside, witnessing him with Shalan, able only to bless them silently.

This song revealed all the emotions she’d held for years to the audience!

Such secret love is something many have experienced—sometimes successful, sometimes not—but always unforgettable.

In this moment, their hearts resonated with the song;
In this moment, their tears began to flow;
In this moment, they witnessed the birth of a miracle;
…

“The greatest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand right in front of you, and you don’t know I love you…”

Does your heart ache? Is it crying?

I think so—so are we…

…

Damn, it’s hard not to succeed this time. Fatty has beaten her rival and surely moved the one she loves!

Except—

My plan to squander money is ruined again!

Well, it’s a beautiful thing if lovers finally unite. Sigh, I really am too noble!

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On a whim today, I’ll recommend a book by a fellow fool. To be honest, he and I have known each other for years—our first books were published around the same time, though my “Wind Sweeps the World” was just for fun and never expected to achieve much, and I even stopped updating for months. As a result, it went online a few months later than his “Path of the Limitless Demon…”

He’s always been the diligent type, the opposite of me. “Path of the Limitless Demon” is a classic, and although “Ten Directions Heavenly Knight” hasn’t received as much praise, its performance surpasses his previous works. It’s worth a read…

Click the link below, quietly, let’s sneak in…

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