The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 21: The Fans and Rich Kids Are All Crazy

As the last note of the guqin faded away, the butterflies and birds gradually dispersed, and the venue returned to its usual tranquility.

When the music ended, the entire hall was silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

Qiu Ziyue stood up, a satisfied smile on her face.

Qiu Ziyue and her three senior brothers' performance not only showcased their extraordinary piano skills, but also used the sound of the piano as a brush to depict vivid dreamscapes, winning the admiration of everyone present.

To Qiu Ziyue's relief, while she was playing the piano, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Qi Yuxuan's eyes were sparkling with admiration.

Qi Yuxuan's blissful expression was like drinking a cup of sweet dew, warming her heart.

Qi Yuxuan saw her true face, and Qiu Ziyue also saw Qi Yuxuan's stunning good looks.

Although Qiu Ziyue was quite resistant to judging people by their appearance, she somewhat understood why Tao Ling'er had held onto the thought of marrying Qi Yuxuan until her death.

Qi Yuxuan does indeed have a face that is irresistible to countless young girls.

But Qiu Ziyue's ambitions lay elsewhere; she only wanted to fulfill Tao Ling'er's last wish, then find a way to travel back in time to the modern world, which was the home she longed for.

Qiu Ziyue and her three senior brothers won the crown without any suspense.

As night fell, fireworks burst across the sky above the Slender West Lake, bringing this grand feast of musical artistry to a perfect close.

Standing on the balcony, Qiu Ziyue gazed at the dazzling fireworks in the distance. She felt a mix of joy at victory, boundless anticipation for the future, and, more importantly, uncertainty about the dance challenge the following night.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Lu Yuanchangming did not go forward to disturb them, but chose to leave silently. In his heart, however, a seed was planted: a deep admiration for Qiu Ziyue's musical skills and a faint expectation that he would be able to hear her music again someday.

That night, Lu Yuanchangming and Qiu Ziyue, though they did not exchange words, had a beautiful encounter guided by the music.

Night fell, stars twinkled, and the fragrance of flowers still lingered in the air, but unlike the lively atmosphere of the piano competition just now, the streets and alleys at night were more tranquil and mysterious.

Silver light bathed the ancient city's bluestone streets. In the night, Qiu Ziyue and her fellow students strolled slowly, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

After the musical contest just now, this moment of tranquility seems especially precious.

This tranquility was quietly broken by a group of figures waiting silently at the street corner.

They are fans and admirers from all over the world.

Upon learning that Qiu Ziyue would be returning to the inn tonight, everyone gathered here, hoping to catch a glimpse of her beauty once more.

Perhaps, I might even be lucky enough to get her autograph.

They held various items in their hands—scrolls, sheet music, and even exquisite fan surfaces—ready to be used as autographs.

As Qiu Ziyue and her group drew closer, the crowd fell silent at first, then erupted in a burst of long-suppressed excitement.

A man dressed in simple clothes mustered his courage.

He took a few steps forward, clutching a yellowed sheet music tightly in his hand, his eyes gleaming with awe and anticipation: "Miss Qiu, I am a loyal listener of yours, and your music has given me much strength. May I ask for your autograph here?"

Qiu Ziyue smiled and nodded, taking the sheet music from the boy's hands, and said softly, "Thank you for your support. If it gives you strength, then my music has power."

She carefully wrote her name on the title page of the sheet music, her handwriting as elegant and refined as she was.

This act was like opening a floodgate; the crowd began to move forward in an orderly fashion, each person handing over their cherished items with excitement.

Qiu Ziyue fulfilled everyone's requests. Whether it was the innocent smiles of children or the glistening tears in the eyes of the elderly, she deeply felt the power of music to transcend age and status.

Among them, a young female painter brought her own meticulously painted portrait of Qiu Ziyue.

In the painting, Qiu Ziyue is playing the zither under the moon, and she is very lifelike. She asks, "Sister Ziyue, this is a painting I made for you. If you could, could you sign it? It means a lot to me."

Qiu Ziyue took the painting, examined it closely, and her eyes revealed her gratitude: "This painting is so beautiful, thank you. It is my honor to be the protagonist in your painting."

She lightly signed her name in a corner of the painting, the painting and her name complementing each other perfectly.

As the night deepened, Qiu Ziyue under the streetlights was no longer the unattainable Qin Fairy from the competition arena, but became approachable and warm.

The enthusiasm and respect of her fans made her feel an unprecedented sense of warmth and happiness on this street filled with the fragrance of ink and laughter.

This was not just a night for signing autographs, but also a moment for Qiu Ziyue and her fans to build a deep emotional bond through music.

After the last fan left satisfied, Qiu Ziyue and her fellow students continued on their way. The starlight in the night sky seemed to be twinkling as well, celebrating this wonderful encounter.

In her heart, a wish was quietly planted: that her music could touch more hearts and bring more joy to the city of Yangzhou. However, their tranquility did not last long.

As soon as the group turned into a secluded alley, they were blocked by a group of uninvited guests.

These people were all dressed in fine clothes and had frivolous expressions. They were obviously a few spoiled young men from prominent families. Under the influence of alcohol, their eyes roamed greedily over Feng Xiaotang.

"Oh, isn't this tonight's Qin Fairy? Seeing is believing! Such beauty is not something to be admired from afar on stage!" The leader, holding a folding fan, said with a contemptuous expression, his words full of arrogance.

“Yes, her looks are ten or a hundred times better than those vulgar beauties from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. Why don’t you come home with me and enjoy wealth and luxury?” one of the young masters said.

"Spend the night with the young master, and he'll give you 100,000 taels of silver," another young master said.

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Before they could finish speaking, a series of slaps rang out. Before the young noblemen could react and were completely bewildered, they suddenly saw a figure like a whirlwind appear in front of them and then disappear with lightning speed.

In the short time it took to mount their horses, several bright red handprints appeared on their faces.

At first, the group didn't feel any pain, but after a while, they covered their cheeks with both hands.

"You dare to bully me? You've got some nerve!" Qiu Ziyue's face was calm, but her eyes were sharp as blades.

The three senior brothers quickly surrounded her, protecting her in the middle, forming a solid human wall.

Qiu Langyu gently comforted her, "Junior sister, well done."

Qiu Wentian stepped forward and coldly replied, "Everyone, my junior sister is not someone you can covet. You'd better watch yourselves."

Qiu Wenfeng said, "You dare to bully my junior sister? Anyone who dares to act recklessly again, I'll smash your heads in."

However, instead of calming down, those spoiled brats were enraged and drew their weapons, laughing arrogantly, "Today, we're taking this beauty with us!"

Before the words were even finished, sword shadows clashed and fist gusts of wind swept across the night sky.

Qiu Langyu moved with agility, like a gentle spring rain, each drop a deadly move;

The little silver fox beside Qiu Ziyue flew out like lightning, and each time it scratched and bit, it brought out the miserable screams of the group of spoiled young men.

Qiu Wentian's hammerhead is unpredictable and difficult to decipher.

Qiu Wenfeng then swept away the henchmen behind the three spoiled brats like a whirlwind, leaving them unable to get up.

However, they all had a backup plan, and they were extremely gentle, prioritizing not to harm anyone's life.

Although Qiu Ziyue did not personally take action, she said sternly, "Remember, the people of the Valley of Passion are not people you can mess with. If you dare to do it again, I will completely cripple you."

Those spoiled brats were lying or sprawled out, looking utterly pathetic.

Qiu Ziyue's three senior brothers impressed everyone with their superb martial arts skills, which also embodied the "using martial arts to stop war" principle of the Valley of Passion.

"Remember this lesson. If you dare to be disrespectful again, the consequences will not be so simple."

Qiu Wenfeng left a warning, then they strode away, leaving behind a group of panicked spoiled brats and a series of firm footsteps fading into the distance.

"Wow, Yangzhou is going crazy, what's going on?" Qiu Ziyue pouted.

"Junior sister, this place is very unsafe. Let's finish our mission quickly and return to the Valley of Passion as soon as possible. Let's not fight and kill here; it's a spoilsport," Qiu Wentian said.

Qiu Langyu said "Let's go," and the four of them, along with the little golden fox, hurriedly returned to the inn.

In this incident, Qiu Ziyue and her fellow disciples not only defended their dignity, but also left behind a legendary tale in the martial arts world of the Valley of Passion: "A heart of music and courage of swords, not to be underestimated."

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.