The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

7:30 p.m., Jianglan Cultural Center.

Three Rolls-Royce Phantoms came to a smooth stop at the end of the red carpet.

Chen Xiaoyu opened the car door, took a deep breath, and turned on the live stream on her phone.

Title: [My sister-in-law broadened my horizons at a classical music exchange.]

Within ten seconds of the broadcast starting, the number of online viewers exceeded three million.

[They're here! Front row seats reserved!]

[Well done, Xiaoyu! We're counting on your live stream of the chaotic scene tonight!]

[This place... Holy crap, the Jianglan Cultural Center? Tonight, the roads outside are blocked for three kilometers, and the security has all been replaced with men in black. Not even a fly can get in!]

Chen Xiaoyu held up her phone, following behind Shen Nianqing and Shen Xingzhou.

Push open the golden door and enter the main hall.

The dome is extremely high, and crystal chandeliers cast a soft light.

There was no noisy commotion, only soothing background music and hushed conversations.

There weren't many people standing in the hall, but each one exuded a powerful aura.

The live stream chat suddenly went crazy.

Wait a minute! Isn't that Professor Li from the Beijing Academy of Chinese Studies, the one on the left in the Tang suit?

[The guy on the right holding the wine glass! I've seen him on the news! He's that retired bigwig from the State Administration of Culture!]

[Holy crap! Isn't that the national treasure-level pipa master who frequently performs at the National Centre for the Performing Arts? Why is he standing here smiling obsequiously at someone?]

[What kind of incredible match is this?! The combined net worth of everyone present could probably buy half of Europe!]

Chen Xiaoyu swallowed hard; her palms were sweaty.

Lin Keke gripped her arm tightly, and neither of them dared to breathe.

Shen Nianqing walked at the very front.

The atmosphere in the hall changed as soon as I entered.

Many people turned their attention to this.

"President Shen."

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair walked over carrying a wine glass, laughing heartily.

"I heard the Shen family has been making a lot of moves lately, and the Qi family has suffered a huge loss."

Shen Nianqing stopped and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Zhang, you flatter me. It's just normal business competition."

"Haha, what a fine example of normal competition."

Mr. Zhang glanced at the diamond ring on her hand.

"Mr. Chen's betrothal gifts have truly opened the eyes of us old folks. When is the wedding? Remember to send an invitation to the old man."

"must."

As we walked along, many powerful and influential people took the initiative to greet us.

There were local business tycoons from Jiangcheng, as well as important figures who flew in from Beijing.

Shen Nianqing handled the situation with composure, neither humble nor arrogant.

Some people in the crowd whispered among themselves.

"Is this the young lady from the Shen family? She has such a composed aura."

"How could things not be stable? The betrothal gifts her fiancé sent included two sacred artifacts from the Daoist sect. Now the entire circle is speculating about just how powerful and influential Mr. Chen is."

"I heard that the mysterious guest who will be making a surprise appearance tonight is also a member of the Taoist sect."

Chen Xiaoyu pressed the phone camera to her chest and whispered into the microphone.

"Family members, isn't my sister-in-law quite impressive!"

[It's huge! It's so big! Those old men on TV always have such serious faces, but when they see my sister-in-law, they smile like flowers!]

[The Empress's aura is as firm as a mountain!]

[Brother Chen really hit the jackpot this time. Bringing that wife out there will absolutely dominate the scene.]

Pass through the lobby and enter the main concert hall.

Instead of rows of seats, there are a dozen or so semi-open VIP booths arranged around the central circular stage.

Uncle Liu led Shen Nianqing and her group to the center of the first row.

Just as Shen Nianqing was about to sit down.

She stopped.

Shen Xingzhou stopped and followed his sister's gaze, his hair standing on end.

Across from us, in another VIP booth across from the central stage.

A woman was sitting there.

The dark red Taoist robe was devoid of any patterns.

Her long hair was tied back with a simple wooden hairpin.

She neither looked at the musical instruments on the stage nor at the powerful and wealthy people around her.

He sat there, holding a cup of tea, his fingertips gleaming white.

They noticed the gaze.

The woman slowly raised her eyelids.

Their gazes collided in mid-air, separated by a distance of more than ten meters.

In that instant, Shen Xingzhou felt the temperature in the entire concert hall drop by ten degrees.

It's like standing on the edge of a cliff, with a gust of wind carrying ice shards blowing in your face.

Standing behind the woman, Qingxu Laodao hunched his neck and frantically winked at Shen Xingzhou, signaling him to quickly take Shen Nianqing away.

Shen Nianqing did not move.

She looked at the woman opposite her.

That face was beautiful in a way that was almost aggressive.

His eyes and brows revealed a cold and aloof attitude that regarded all living beings as nothing.

The vibrant red on her lips pushed this aloofness to its extreme.

Shen Nianqing's lips curled into a very faint smile.

I pulled out a chair and sat down calmly.

Keep your back straight and place your hands folded on your knees.

Su Qingluan looked at her, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Ordinary people would find it difficult to even stand still in the face of her spiritual pressure.

But this rich young lady not only caught her gaze, but also dared to laugh.

"That's interesting."

Su Qingluan said something in a low voice, then looked away and lowered her head to drink her tea.

Chen Xiaoyu, standing behind, felt her legs go weak.

They quietly turned the camera around and aimed it at Su Qingluan on the other side.

The live stream chat was completely silent for five seconds.

Then, he went completely insane.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!]

Is this a human? This must be a fairy!

[Her looks... her charisma... I want to kneel down before her even through the screen!]

[This Taoist robe looks absolutely stunning on her! Cold, elegant, noble, and decisive—these qualities all seem to coexist on one face!]

Brothers, I've betrayed you. I feel the pressure on your wife.

[Waaaaah, I'm so envious of Brother Chen! How can so many people like him, and they're all so beautiful!]

Chen Xiaoyu looked at the comments and her cheeks puffed up in anger.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

She lowered her voice and yelled into the phone.

"What's the use of being good-looking! My sister-in-law is smart, rich, and has a strong presence! My brother doesn't care about looks!"

Lin Keke added insult to injury from the sidelines.

"But Xiaoyu, she's so pretty, and she looks so fierce..."

"Shut up!"

8 PM.

The lights went out.

A series of clear chime bell sounds rang out, and the exchange meeting officially began.

Several white-haired masters of traditional Chinese music took turns on stage.

Guqin, Pipa, Erhu, Shakuhachi.

Every piece of music was played with breathtaking skill and unparalleled technique.

The viewers in the live stream were completely engrossed.

Thank you, Xiaoyu, thank you, sister-in-law, for letting a country bumpkin like me hear a live performance of this caliber.

Although I couldn't understand it, I felt my soul was elevated.

That was incredible! The person playing the pipa just now had such fast hands that I could only see afterimages!

An hour later.

The last master bowed and stepped down from the stage.

The audience erupted in applause.

The lights came back on, focusing on the center stage.

A presenter dressed in a well-tailored suit walked onto the stage.

His hands were trembling slightly, and even his voice betrayed his barely concealed excitement.

"Distinguished guests, esteemed seniors."

The host took a deep breath.

"Tonight, we are honored to have a very special guest with us."

"She rarely appeared in public, but her piano playing once amazed several leading figures in the Chinese Music Theory Association."

The whole place fell silent.

All eyes were on the host.

"Next, please allow me to introduce our grand finale guest for tonight."

The host raised his voice, and the sound echoed under the dome.

"The current direct descendant of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion!"

"Honorary Chairman of the Supreme Council of Chinese Classical Music Theory!"

"Su Qingluan, Miss Su!"