Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 214 Self-awareness (second update)

Chapter 214: 214 Self-awareness (second update)

Since the rumor about the ancient Konghou being able to recognize its master was true, the second rumor about it must be true as well.

A miraculous scene appears, the dragon and phoenix emerge.

Bringing the dead back to life, flesh growing on dry bones.

Thinking of this, a spark of light flashed through Tong Zhi’s eyes.

"Aunt Tong, you flatter me," Zheng Chuyi smiled modestly. "For me, this Konghou is just an object, nothing prideful about it, I just happen to have mastered the technique to play it."

As she spoke, Zheng Chuyi slightly lifted her chin and slowly looked towards Chu Jin’s direction, regrettably, there wasn’t much expression on the jade-like face of her counterpart, much less any color of envy.

Zheng Chuyi’s mouth curved in a slight smile, tonight, she would let this layperson know what the Bloodline of Fire Bathing is, what it means to be a True Destiny Maiden.

After all, out of so many people here, she was the only one who could control this ancient Konghou.

Perhaps even Mo Zhixuan could do nothing about this ancient Konghou.

"Look at her, so full of herself!" Mo Qingyi cursed under her breath with dissatisfaction, she couldn’t stand Zheng Chuyi’s complacent demeanor.

So what if she can play an old harp?

What’s there to boast about!

Duanmu Zhe chuckled softly, "Heroine, you probably don’t know, but this indeed is an ancient Konghou. I’m afraid none of these people here, apart from Miss Zheng, can truly control it." His expression was serious, with no hint of jest.

Mo Qingyi was about to pinch Duanmu Zhe’s thigh, but her hand retracted midway as if shocked by electricity, shooting Duanmu Zhe a glare, "Duanmu Xiaosi, whose side are you on? How can you speak for that woman?"

"Mo Qingyi, I’m just being objective, besides, I’m stating the facts. Look, didn’t you also fail to play the Konghou just now?"

Mo Qingyi huffed, "What’s so great about an old harp? Maybe my Jin can control it too!"

In her eyes, Jin was an all-powerful goddess!

Hearing this, Duanmu Zhe seriously scrutinized Chu Jin, who was sitting there, then gently shook his head, "She won’t be able to."

He had not seen anything extraordinary about Chu Jin.

How could an ordinary person possibly subdue the proud and highly spiritual ancient Konghou?

"I can’t be bothered with someone who judges people through a crack in the door." Mo Qingyi looked down and poked at the green vegetables in her bowl, her gaze a bit resentful.

Whenever she saw Zheng Chuyi’s arrogant and overbearing demeanor, it suffocated her.

Meanwhile, Zheng Chuyi had already slowly taken her seat, adopting the most professional posture as she caressed the strings, her head gently resting against the Konghou’s stand, creating an effect of a light veil half-covering her face.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Zheng Chuyi slightly raised her eyes, "Chuyi will now make a humble offering."

Zheng Chuyi’s gaze subconsciously fell on Mo Zhixuan, but regrettably, he paid her no heed.

From beginning to end, his eyes were fixed on only one person.

Zheng Chuyi suppressed the jealousy and sourness filling her heart, her fingertips gently plucked the strings, and immediately a celestial sound spilled from them, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate, lingering in everyone’s ears, long-lasting and dispersing slowly.

Feeling the surprised expressions on the faces around her, Zheng Chuyi couldn’t help but let the corners of her mouth lift slightly, her heart swelling with even greater pride.

After all, she was the only one with the Bloodline of Fire Bathing.

Under the heavens, she was the only one who could play this ancient Konghou.

At this time, the Konghou was an even stronger symbol of her identity.

She believed that after tonight, Mo Zhixuan would definitely realize the noble status of her Bloodline of Fire Bathing and then decisively discard that lowly commoner. Then, there would be a good show to watch.

The sound just now was only Zheng Chuyi testing the timbre of the instrument.

The main performance was about to begin.

Her eyes slightly narrowed, she rested her head gently on the Konghou’s stand, her fair fingers constantly dancing over the strings, divine music gushing continuously from her fingertips, like a delicate stream flowing through the heart, pure and refined.

The melody grew faster and more urgent, an oppressive feeling like an impending storm.

Everyone’s heart was tense with the urgency of the zither music, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

The scene of a million horses galloping and a thousand armies roaring seem to manifest before their eyes. At times, the music was high and spirited, grand and powerful, at other times, it was low and supple, enchanting and entwining. Then, after a twist, it stirred and moved everyone once again.

It began with an urge to valor.

Observing Zheng Chuyi, who was playing the zither, Chu Jin slightly narrowed his eyes, his lips curling into a faint smile.

This Zheng Chuyi indeed had some skill, managing to play the famous pipa piece "Ambushed from Ten Sides" on the Konghou.

Almost everyone was intoxicated within the spirited and exuberant sound of the zither.

Gan Mingxie watched Zheng Chuyi with slightly narrowed eyes, feeling some doubt, could the rumors about the Konghou be wrong...

If this Zheng Chuyi could make the ancient Konghou recognize her as its master, why couldn’t she bring out the miraculous sight of the Dancing Dragon and Phoenix?

Could there be some other mystery to it?

Once the piece finished, yet the audience was still lost in the elegant sound of the zither, unable to extricate themselves.

’Clap clap clap’ Gan Mingxie was the first to start applauding, "Not bad, really not bad! Miss Zheng’s zither skills are indeed superb; Gan admires them."

Jia Zhuo also followed with applause, "Chuyi, I haven’t seen you for a few days, and your skill at the zither has grown so much."

Even the Mo family’s old lady, who had always looked down on Zheng Chuyi, complimented her, "Indeed, not bad."

Hearing everyone’s praise, the corners of Zheng Chuyi’s mouth lifted in several degrees, restraining the excitement in her heart, she raised her head and looked in Mo Zhixuan’s direction, "Zhixuan, what do you think?"

At these words, Mo Zhixuan slightly lifted his gaze, the man under the light appeared even more distinguished and aloof, his unfathomably deep phoenix eyes containing a chilling coldness.

His face, as delicate as an ink painting, lifted slightly, he glanced casually at Zheng Chuyi, and with thin lips barely parting, he grudgingly uttered three words, "It was passable."

Even with just those faint three words, Zheng Chuyi felt overwhelmed with honor.

This was his assessment of her, something many yearned for but could not obtain.

She looked toward Mo Zhixuan, the smile deepening at the corner of her mouth.

It seemed the position of the principal mother of the Mo family was destined to be hers.

"Miss Chu, what do you think?" Zheng Chuyi sent a challenging gaze towards Chu Jin.

"I think it’s not very good!" Before Chu Jin could speak, Mo Qingyi put down his chopsticks on the table and looked at Zheng Chuyi, "I think it’s terribly unpleasant, not even a ten-thousandth as good as my sister-in-law’s zither skills."

Hearing this, the corners of Zheng Chuyi’s mouth curled up, the smile on her face deepened, and the scorn in her eyes was clear, "Oh, so Miss Chu is also skilled in playing the zither?"

Skilled in playing the zither? So what?

Even if she excelled in playing the zither, could she control the ancient Konghou before her?

Even if she truly had some Spiritual Power inside her, what of it?

In front of this Konghou, she was nothing but a lowly commoner!

A commoner that she had firmly trodden underfoot!

"Of course!" Mo Qingyi looked at Zheng Chuyi, "My sister-in-law’s zither skills are great; a million times better than yours!"

"Oh, Jin can play the zither too?" Tong Zhi on the side put down her chopsticks in surprise.

Chu Jin smiled slightly, "I occasionally indulge in elegance, but I can’t say I’m exceptional. Aunt Tong, don’t mind Qingyi’s nonsense."

"Aunt Tong, my sister-in-law is just being modest," said Mo Qingyi turning to Tong Zhi, "If you don’t believe me, let her try. She will guarantee to play a zillion times better than Zheng Chuyi!"

"Miss Mo, I understand you are close to Miss Chu," Jia Zhuo said slowly, looking at Mo Qingyi with a mocking tone, "but at this point, you really shouldn’t make excuses for her. No matter how skilled Miss Chu’s zither playing, I’m afraid she cannot control the ancient Konghou. After all, such an ancient spiritual object can only be played by the True Destiny Maiden. Miss Chu is, after all, just an ordinary person; her bloodline is after all, a bit inferior. One must have some self-awareness."

Jia Zhuo had long been displeased with Chu Jin, a lowly commoner. What right did a lowly commoner have to stand beside his ninth brother?

She had usurped the position that rightly belonged to Zheng Chuyi.

"Jia Zhuo, you’re being too harsh," Zheng Chuyi chided, "Whatever True Destiny Maiden or not, in my view, everyone is born equal. I just happened to have mastered the technique of playing the Konghou, and maybe Miss Chu can really make this Konghou sound. Let her try."