The screen flickered to life, illuminating the dimly lit room where the veiled musician sat gracefully. Draped in a traditional hanfu of deep emerald silk, the fabric flowed like water, accentuating the curves of her figure while the delicate embroidery shimmered softly in the light. The veil covering her face added an air of mystery, concealing her identity while inviting curiosity.
As she settled before her guqin, the anticipation in the chat grew palpable. Fans eagerly awaited her performance, their enthusiasm spilling over in a flurry of comments.
"Is she going to play something new tonight?"
"Can't wait! The veiled musician is the best!"
"Will you be attending Bai Lanyue's banquet?"
The veiled musician lifted her fingers, brushing them lightly over the strings. She took a deep breath, grounding herself in the moment. The world outside faded as she began to play, the first notes flowing like a gentle stream—soft, yet powerful.
Each note resonated in the cozy space around her, sending shivers down the spines of those watching. The music was imbued with an undercurrent of emotion, a tapestry woven with threads of longing, sorrow, and resilience. Her fingers danced expertly, telling a story that transcended words, capturing the hearts of her viewers.
As the melody swelled, the chat exploded with adoration, but it also carried a hint of tension. Comments rushed in, each one echoing the same question that hung in the air like a ghost.
"Will you be at the banquet?"
"Are you going to support Bai Lanyue?"
"Please say you'll come!"
Yet, the veiled musician remained silent, her focus unwavering as she poured her soul into the performance. The questions hung in the air, unanswered, each one a reminder of the complexities surrounding her identity—of the looming banquet, of Bai Lanyue.
With each pluck of the string, the tension in the room thickened, the music weaving a spell that kept her audience entranced. She felt the weight of their eyes upon her, but it didn't faze her; instead, it fueled her resolve. This was her moment, and she would not be overshadowed.
Finally, as the last haunting note drifted into the ether, she felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. The silence that followed was electric, a breath held in anticipation.
The chat erupted once more, flooded with comments that praised her skill and questioned her silence.
"Wow, that was beautiful!"
"Did you see the Bai Lanyue Livestream?"
"Are you really not going to the banquet?"
But the veiled musician simply lowered her hands, her expression hidden behind the veil. She allowed herself a small, enigmatic smile—one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
With a graceful motion, she reached for the camera, a quiet farewell lingering in the air. "
And just like that, the stream ended, leaving her audience in a frenzy of speculation and excitement.
The chat exploded with a mix of confusion and admiration. "Where did she go?"
"Is she coming back?"
"Who is she really?"
But the veiled musician had slipped away, leaving behind only the lingering echoes of her music. In the silence that followed, she felt a sense of satisfaction. They didn't know who she truly was, but they felt her presence, her strength.
As the screen faded to black, a knowing smile played on her lips. The game was still in motion, and she was ready for whatever came next.
With each performance, she was not just reclaiming her identity; she was readying herself for the confrontation ahead. The banquet loomed like a storm on the horizon, and she would be there—not as a victim, but as a force to be reckoned with.
The veiled musician had found her voice, and she intended to use it.*