章 20: Listening To Music And Angry Ye Ran!
Li Randing's theater was the grandest and most opulent establishment in Howling City. The pavilions featured intricate antique designs, and it covered an expansive area adorned with magnificent decorations. The entrance gate was grand, painted in vibrant Zhu Red.
Hanging on the gate was a black plaque with three gilded characters: "Listen to Yue Lou."
When Ye Ran arrived, a doorman quickly approached. "My lord, would you like to enjoy a musical performance or watch a play?"
He had a knack for recognizing important guests and could tell from Ye Ran's attire and demeanor that he was a distinguished visitor.
Ye Ran presented two tickets and handed them over. The doorman inspected them, and his eyes lit up.
"It's a distinguished guest from You Luo Temple!"
His attitude became more respectful, and he extended his hand to escort them inside.
"This is a ticket for two. Will another guest be joining you?" The doorman inquired.
Ye Ran looked to the side, smiled, and said, "She will be arriving later; you can seat me first."
"Of course."
"A distinguished guest amongst the nobility!"
The doorman announced, leading Ye Ran to the luxurious private room in the center.
The private room was even more lavishly decorated, resembling a palace. The furniture, crafted from fragrant Lingxiang wood, emitted a delightful aroma. Even the tea and fruits were more luxurious than those in the public area, demonstrating the owner's understanding of the preferences of wealthy patrons.
Ye Ran and Leng Wuyan took their seats.
The private room accommodated only two people, offering an unobstructed view of the entire stage from a privileged vantage point. Yet they remained hidden from the view of the other guests in the hall, ensuring their privacy.
For some reason, Leng Wuyan felt a twinge of nervousness.
Ye Ran poured her a cup of hot tea and said, "Master, please enjoy some tea."
"Thank you."
She picked up the teacup and asked, "What song will we be listening to today?"
Ye Ran contemplated for a moment. "There are five songs in the program, and the first one is called 'Chunting Qiuyue.'"
"Very well."
They arrived early and waited for the performance to commence.
A beautiful girl took the stage, holding a pipa. She sat on a high stool in the center.
As the performance began, the entire hall fell into a hushed silence.
The melodious and melancholic notes of the pipa filled the theater, evoking a sense of loneliness, as if a young woman stood in a courtyard, mourning fallen leaves covering the ground. The autumn moon was her only companion.
The piece conveyed the ache of lost love, and the musician's skill was exceptional, immersing the audience in the emotions of the performance.
Leng Wuyan's eyes seemed distant.
She reminisced about the days when she was alone—practicing, watching falling leaves, practicing, and watching snow.
Those days were real, yet she had no memory of them, and nothing could bring those recollections back.
But in the brief two days following Ye Ran's confession, everything that happened and every conversation felt vivid in her mind.
When she was alone, Leng Wuyan believed that was the best path.
However, after falling in love, she realized how challenging that life had been.
She felt there was no going back.
Leng Wuyan glanced at Ye Ran quietly, seeing him captivated by the music, his side profile as sharp as a knife.
"If there's no going back, then so be it."
"It's a good feeling."
A faint smile graced her lips.
The song concluded.
The audience remained lost in their emotions, struggling to regain composure. Some even suppressed their tears.
"This musician is extraordinary, displaying both skill and emotion. The performance was truly touching," Ye Ran praised.
"Indeed, it was exceptional," Leng Wuyan agreed.
During the intermission, voices could be heard from the adjacent private room.
An ostentatious voice said, "I must say, is this the best theater in Howling City? I find the quality to be mediocre."
Others chimed in, "Master Wang Gong is correct; it is indeed average."
Prince Wang continued, "If we're here to enjoy music, we should listen to lively tunes like 'Midnight Song' or 'Mo Chou Le.' Playing mournful songs is like having a sorrowful woman that no one desires."
"Hahaha, well said!" 'Midnight Song' and 'Mo Chou Le' were famous folk songs known for their lively melodies and lyrics, often heard in romantic settings.
Ye Ran and Leng Wuyan exchanged glances, shook their heads, and smiled.
Such individuals were found everywhere.
The prince, after indulging in a fair amount of wine, went on somewhat incoherently, "If we're discussing sorrowful women, isn't there one not far away at Xuanling Mountain? That old woman is perfect for such songs."
"Who is the prince referring to?"
"Who else could it be but that female devil cultivator named Leng Wuyan." Young Master Wang quipped, "I've heard that nobody has desired her for centuries, and she forbids her disciples from falling in love. Is she not a lunatic?"
"Hush! Young Master Wang, be cautious with your words! She's an emperor-level Supreme; you can't speak about her so casually. This could cost you your life!"
Others quickly interjected, trying to silence him.
"Look at your audacity! Many people talk about her; can she eliminate them all? I guess she's old and unattractive, which is why she's remained single for centuries, right? Hahaha!" Prince Wang taunted with a smile.
"My lord, please stop."
"Drink up, drink up!"
...
Silence filled the room.
After some time, Ye Ran silently got up and headed toward the door.
"Ran'er, what are you doing?" Leng Wuyan asked aloud.
Ye Ran's eyes were as cold as steel.
"KILL."
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