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

Chapter 088: The Grandmaster Sheds Tears, the Nian Song Family is Nothing!

The main building of the Song family.

A Ming and Qing dynasty style house with upturned eaves.

Song Yun walked quickly along the bluestone path.

She forced herself to steady her breathing and walked to the carved wooden door.

The door was ajar.

Two aged yet powerful voices came from inside.

Butler Fu Bo stood by the door.

He was in his fifties and was wearing a dark blue Tang suit.

Seeing Song Yun approach, he stepped forward and held his hand in front of the door.

"Young Miss".

Uncle Fu lowered his voice.

"The old lady is discussing ancient music scores with Master Qi Hui from Yanjing. She has instructed that no guests be received and that we should not disturb her."

Song Yun was usually very strict with her rules.

Facing her grandmother's distinguished guests, she absolutely dared not be disrespectful.

But not today.

She clutched the phone, its screen still lit, tightly in her hand.

My palms were sweaty.

"Uncle Fu, move aside."

Song Yun spoke in a hurried tone.

Uncle Fu shook his head.

"Miss, Master Qi only comes to Suzhou once every six months. The old lady is in high spirits. If you have something to attend to, please come back in an hour."

Song Yun took a deep breath.

His chest heaved violently.

"Uncle Fu".

She stared into the butler's eyes.

"It's a huge deal. If this is delayed, Grandma will tear this building down."

Uncle Fu was stunned.

Song Yun was always well-read and reasonable, with a cool and aloof personality.

Uncle Fu had worked for the Song family for thirty years, and this was the first time he had heard her say such things.

Uncle Fu lowered his hand.

He turned around and pushed open the wooden door.

"Madam, the eldest young lady requests an audience."

Song Yun didn't wait for a reply from inside before stepping over the threshold.

The hall was extremely spacious.

Pillars made of Phoebe zhennan wood, tables and chairs made of rosewood.

On the left, in the main seat, sat an elderly woman with silver hair.

Wearing a dark-patterned silk robe with a front opening.

This is Song Yun's grandmother, Zhou Xiuqing, the current pillar of the Song family.

In the guest seat was Qi Hui, a master of traditional Chinese music from Beijing.

On the small mahogany table between the two, there were two cups of the finest Da Hong Pao tea.

Steaming hot.

Zhou Xiuqing put down the purple clay teapot in her hand.

Look up and look over here.

"Rash and irritable."

Zhou Xiuqing's voice was low and reprimanding.

"With Grandma Qi here, where have the rules gone?"

Qi Hui smiled very kindly.

She looked Song Yun up and down.

"Xiuqing, don't be harsh on the child. Yun'er is growing more and more beautiful. With her figure and demeanor, she will surely inherit the Song family's mantle in the future."

Song Yun walked to the table.

He bowed.

"Hello, Grandma Qi, there's something I need to tell you."

Zhou Xiuqing picked up her teacup and skimmed off the foam.

"explain."

Song Yun didn't say anything, but simply handed over her phone.

It was placed in front of Zhou Xiuqing.

A video frame is paused on the screen.

"What is this?"

Zhou Xiuqing frowned.

"I've said it before: don't look at those trendy, cheesy things online; they pollute your mind."

"Please take a look first."

Song Yun tapped the play button on the screen with her fingertip.

Qi Hui also came over with her teacup, laughing and joking.

"What strange object is it that makes Yun'er so anxious? Could it be that some museum has unearthed another famous Tang Dynasty zither?"

The video has started playing.

Because the image quality is extremely high and the picture is very clear.

The volume was turned up to the maximum.

In the scene, Su Qingluan, dressed in red, stands in the center of the hall.

On the altar, a dark purple guqin lay silently.

"The rules of Tianyin Pavilion are inviolable!"

Su Qingluan's cool and aloof voice came from the speaker.

The teacup in Zhou Xiuqing's hand stopped in mid-air.

"This zither! It is Mr. Chen's fourth betrothal gift!"

The video gave the guqin a very close-up.

The camera pans across the screen.

Dark purple wood grain, with a patina densely covered in ice cracks. Lightning-struck wood grain patterns intertwined with charred black and dark light.

At the top of the zither, there is a phoenix with outstretched wings.

The phoenix's eyes are two extremely pure blood diamonds.

The video is very short.

Ten seconds or so.

The broadcast is over.

It automatically loops again and starts over.

"The rules of Tianyin Pavilion cannot be broken..."

The hall was deathly silent.

Qi Hui's smile froze.

She moved her face closer to the screen.

His eyes were fixed on the two blood diamonds and the texture of the lightning-struck wood.

Zhou Xiuqing didn't move.

She remained in the position of holding the teacup.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Clang!

A Ru ware teacup of exceptional quality slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The tea splashed onto the rosewood wooden table, dripping along the edge of the table onto the carpet.

Zhou Xiuqing trembled violently.

He pushed the table aside and stood up.

The movement was too abrupt, causing the armchair behind him to screech loudly.

"grandmother!"

Song Yun went to help.

Zhou Xiuqing pushed Song Yun's hand away.

This renowned master of traditional Chinese music, now over seventy years old, rests his hands on a small table, his face almost touching the phone screen.

"The Phoenix Cries in the Nine Heavens..."

Zhou Xiuqing's voice was stuck in her throat.

Qi Hui also stood up.

Her hands were trembling.

"This...this is impossible!"

Qi Hui's voice was shrill, completely losing the demeanor of a master.

"Lightning struck ebony! Blood diamond adorned the phoenix's forehead! That thing was burned back in the Southern Song Dynasty! It's a fake! Absolutely a fake!"

"Shut up!"

Zhou Xiuqing suddenly turned around and shouted angrily at Qi Hui.

Qi Hui was stunned by the shout.

The two had been friends for decades, and Zhou Xiuqing had never spoken to her in this tone before.

Zhou Xiuqing turned her gaze back.

She stretched out her withered hands and carefully picked up the phone.

Swipe your thumb across the screen to zoom in.

She looked at the strings, the cracks in the ice, and the patina.

Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

Large drops of tears fell down from the corners of her eyes, which were surrounded by wrinkles.

It smashed onto the screen.

"It's true."

Zhou Xiuqing's voice was hoarse.

"Qi Hui, you don't know how to read the grain of wood. Look at that scorch mark under the phoenix's wing."

Qi Hui leaned closer and saw clearly.

"This wasn't carved on."

Zhou Xiuqing spoke while crying.

"This is a natural formation created by lightning; no one in the world can imitate it, no one."

She slumped back into the armchair.

He clutched his phone tightly to his chest.

"Grandma, please don't get agitated..."

Song Yun was terrified.

She thought her grandmother would just be shocked, but she didn't expect her to lose control completely.

Zhou Xiuqing turned a deaf ear.

All that remained in her mind were the three words Su Qingluan had shouted in the video.

Tianyin Pavilion.

Tianyin Pavilion!

Sixty years have passed.

Ever since she met that person at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain when she was fifteen years old.

Sixty years have passed.

She thought she would never hear those three words again in her life.

She thought that until her death, she would be nothing more than a lonely ghost.

Qi Hui's face turned pale as she watched her old friend break down in tears, her mind a complete mess.

"Hidekiyo."

Qi Hui sat down and took Zhou Xiuqing's arm.

"Even if this zither is real, even if it has been resurrected, why are you acting this way? Your Song family's 'Ancient Sounds' is not much inferior to it."

Zhou Xiuqing raised her head.

Her face was streaked with tears.

She looked at Qi Hui and suddenly smiled.

His smile was extremely bitter.

"Ancient echoes?"

"The Song family?"

Zhou Xiuqing withdrew her hand.

He wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve.

"Qi Hui, outsiders respect me as Grandmaster, and the Song family as the number one family."

"But compared to them, the Song family is nothing!"

Song Yun gasped.

Qi Hui stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape.