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

In front of the main building of the Song family, there is a bluestone path.

Song Yun lifted her long skirt and ran down the steps.

Tang Xiaoxiao was sitting in the Baoyue Pavilion eating an apple when she turned her head and was startled.

"Yunyun?"

Tang Xiaoxiao dropped the apple and ran over, staring at her messy hair.

"What happened? Did you see a ghost?"

"Let's go to Jiangcheng!"

Song Yun grabbed her wrist.

"Now?"

"Yes! Now, immediately, right now!"

Song Yun pulled her towards the garage, taking out her phone to call the driver as they walked.

"Old Liu, drive the car out, we're going to the airport."

Tang Xiaoxiao stumbled as she was pulled, and blurted out.

"What are you going to Jiangcheng for? Are you canceling your recital tomorrow?"

"It's closed. All operations are cancelled."

Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes widened.

Song Yun values ​​the concert more than her life, so why is it suddenly being canceled?

But the next second, Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up.

"Go to Jiangcheng? Go to the Jiangcheng where Shen Nianqing is?"

Tang Xiaoxiao grabbed Song Yun's hand and jumped up excitedly.

"I want to go!"

"Shut up and get in the car."

"I want to see that extraordinary woman who subdued the Goddess of Slaughter with a single song! And I also want to see that arrogant successor of the Heavenly Music Pavilion in red!"

Tang Xiaoxiao chattered away, her eyes sparkling.

"This is way more exciting than going to a concert! It's like watching a spectacle live!"

"Hurry up."

Song Yun didn't have time to listen to her rambling and shoved her into the van that had just arrived.

"It's too late, I'm afraid there won't even be a place to stand."

……

At the same time.

The headquarters building of Song Group in Suzhou CBD.

Top floor conference room.

Outside the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows is the bustling night view of Suzhou.

The current head of the Song family, Song Changfeng, is sitting at the head of the long table.

He wore a well-tailored all-black suit, his expression was calm and composed, and he did not show his emotions.

Across from me sat several blond, blue-eyed Frenchmen.

There was a document on the table.

Acquisition agreement for Romani, the top piano manufacturer in France.

The amount involved is 4.5 billion.

"Mr. Song, once you sign the contract, the century-old Romani brand will be under the Song family's control."

The French representative pushed over a custom-made fountain pen, his face beaming with smiles.

Song Changfeng nodded slightly.

He had been negotiating this agreement for a whole year. The Song family's empire in the international musical instrument market was only missing this core piece of the puzzle.

He reached out and picked up the pen.

Remove the pen cap.

"Bang!"

The conference room door was pushed open.

There was no knocking.

Song Changfeng frowned and stopped what he was doing.

Chief Secretary Lao Zhang rushed in, sweating profusely, his tie askew, clutching his phone, and even forgetting to close the door.

"Secretary Zhang, have you forgotten the rules?"

Song Changfeng's tone was slightly somber.

"Chairman Song".

Old Zhang rushed to Song Changfeng's side, bent down and whispered in his ear, his voice low but urgent.

"The old lady's highest-level order!"

Song Changfeng's hand, which was holding the pen, suddenly stopped.

The old lady hadn't interfered with the family business for a full ten years. The last time she issued such a directive was when the Song family faced a life-or-death crisis.

"What instructions?"

"These are the old lady's exact words."

Old Zhang took a deep breath.

"All core members of the Song family, no matter where they are in the world or what they are doing, must assemble in Jiangcheng within twelve hours."

Song Changfeng was stunned.

The pen paused at my fingertips for two seconds.

"Jiangcheng?"

Song Changfeng countered with a question.

"Why Jiangcheng? What happened?"

"I don't know."

Old Zhang shook his head.

"Uncle Fu called personally to say that the old lady had boarded the private plane to Jiangcheng, and her eyes were red when she left."

Song Changfeng's heart skipped a beat.

Did Mother cry?

In her entire life, the old lady only shed tears on the day her father passed away. Afterwards, she shouldered the burdens of the Song family for decades, and she never even frowned when faced with the most difficult challenges.

Now his eyes are red, and he's flying to Jiangcheng overnight?

"Mr. Song?"

The French representative opposite him noticed that Song Changfeng's expression was off and asked him a question.

"Any other questions?"

Song Changfeng stood up abruptly.

With a "click," the pen cap was put back on the fountain pen.

The acquisition has been suspended.

The French representative looked stunned and stood up, spreading his hands.

"Mr. Song, are you joking? The agreement is just one signature away! If you leave now, Romani will never give you a second chance!"

"Then don't give it to me."

Song Changfeng spoke coldly and walked out without looking back.

The French were left speechless in the conference room.

In the corridor, Song Changfeng strode towards the elevator while giving orders to Secretary Zhang, who was following closely behind him.

"Investigate immediately!"

Song Changfeng loosened his tie, his eyes sharp.

"Investigate what exactly happened in Jiangcheng! Find out if anyone offended the old lady! Also, get all the Song family's private jets, and book all the first-class seats on commercial airlines you can. The old lady has spoken: within twelve hours, not a single member of the Song family is allowed to be missing!"

"yes!"

……

Over the next hour, members of the Song family in every corner of the world received the same notification.

Paris.

The Grand Theatre on the Champs-Élysées.

Song Changlin, the second master of the Song family, was standing on the conductor's platform, directing a top-notch symphony orchestra of two hundred people in its final rehearsal.

The assistant rushed onto the stage with a phone in hand.

Half a minute later, Song Changlin slammed his baton, worth 100,000 euros, onto the music stand.

"No more waiting! Everyone get a holiday! Book me the next flight back to China! To Wuhan!"

Yanjing.

Central Conservatory of Music.

Song Qingping, the third aunt of the Song family, sat on the examiner's seat with a stern face, listening to the students playing the violin below the stage.

My phone vibrated.

After reading the message, Song Qingping stood up immediately, without even taking off her examiner badge, and rushed out of the classroom in her high heels.

The bewildered student and the other two examiners were left looking at each other in confusion.

Vienna.

Magic City.

Shenzhen.

The core members of the Song family were all in an uproar.

The family group chat is flooded with hundreds of messages every second.

"The old lady has issued the summons! We're in Jiangcheng in twelve hours!"

"I have to rehearse for the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow! What am I going to do?!"

"Breach of contract! Pay the penalty! Uncle Fu said anyone who dares to be absent will be expelled from the family register!"

"What on earth is wrong with Jiangcheng?! Can anyone tell me?!"

Confused.

Everyone was completely baffled, but then they were utterly shocked.

The Song family has a tradition of having only one son per generation, so they can't even get together like this during holidays. Today, they're actually going to turn out in full force.

……

10,000 meters above the ground.

On the Song family's private jet bound for Jiangcheng.

Song Changfeng sat in the large leather chair, holding a glass of ice water, but didn't drink a drop.

He looked at Secretary Zhang across from him.

"Has the investigation been completed?"

Secretary Zhang nodded and opened the encrypted tablet in his hand.

"Chairman Song, the biggest news in Jiangcheng these past few days is that a woman named Shen Nianqing has officially announced her engagement. Her fiancé is named Chen Shidu, and he hasn't even shown his face yet. The whole internet is guessing his identity."

"Chen Shidu?"

Song Changfeng frowned, running through the top circles in the country in his mind, but he didn't recognize the name.

"What did he do?"

"He sent betrothal gifts."

Secretary Zhang handed over the tablet.

"The first layer was the Taiyi Star Letter, the second layer... and today we delivered the fourth layer."

Secretary Zhang clicked on the video that had received a huge number of views.

Su Qingluan's cool voice rang out in the cabin.

"The rules of Tianyin Pavilion are inviolable!"

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

The camera zooms in, and a close-up of the Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither appears on the screen.

"Bang."

The glass in Song Changfeng's hand fell to the ground, spilling ice water all over the floor.

He stared intently at the guqin on the screen, at the lifelike phoenix, and at its two blood-red eyes.

"This is……"

Song Changfeng's voice trembled.

"Online experts have confirmed that it is the legendary Nine Heavens Phoenix Melody Zither, which has been lost for eight hundred years."

Secretary Zhang reported in a low voice.

"Tianyin Pavilion..."