"Mom!"
Ming Huai Zhi, who was closest, was the first to yank Ming's mother's arm.
He forcibly pulled her back.
Ming's mother was still struggling, her mouth filled with curses at Ming Zheng and anger at Ming Huai Zhi for stopping her.
Ming Huai Zhi’s face was complex, his gaze deep and heavy, fixed on Ming Zheng without blinking.
He knew that the current Ming Zheng would not show any mercy just because Ming's mother was her mother.
He couldn't bear to see his mother fall to the ground in a mess like Ming Zhi Rou.
Therefore, he reached out and grabbed Ming's mother.
His gaze was heavy.
After a long time, he spoke with a pained voice, "Ming Zheng, how will you prove that you are the Master of Zheng Yi?"
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Ming Wei Zhou, who had been rushing over, had already reached the edge of the stage.
His disheveled state was no better than Ming Zhi Rou's.
But he couldn't care about that anymore.
He tilted his head, staring intently at Ming Zheng.
His bloodshot eyes were already filled with veins.
"Even if Rou'er hadn't raised this question, others would have doubted it."
"No one ever imagined that the Master of Zheng Yi would be a... young girl, only nineteen years old."
"Ming Zheng, you need to prove... prove it to us!"
His tone was excited and frantic, and the red veins in his eyes were filled with frenzied emotions.
He seemed to hope that Ming Zheng was the Master of Zheng Yi, and yet also hoped she wasn't.
He appeared extremely contradictory and deranged.
His words caused many people around to nod in agreement.
Indeed, even if Fu Zheng Nan was the president of the Musicians Association, it didn't mean he could arbitrarily point to someone and declare them the Master of Zheng Yi.
The main reason was...
This girl was too young.
And the Master of Zheng Yi had always been a deity to musicians.
They couldn't tolerate anyone desecrating their deity.
They also hoped that Ming Zheng could prove she was the Master of Zheng Yi.
Ming Zheng let out a soft scoff.
Her beautiful and elegant face carried a hint of disdainful nobility.
She spoke.
"I can."
Since she was prepared for her identity to be revealed.
She wasn't going to hide it anymore.
Nor did she want to deal with the subsequent doubts.
So, she decided to resolve it all at once.
Ming Zheng lowered her eyebrows slightly and leaned forward.
The majority of her weight was transferred to Ming Zhi Rou's head through the force of her stance.
Ming Zheng looked down at her condescendingly.
The smile on her lips was cold and dismissive, "There are many things I can do."
"Wind instruments, string instruments, percussion, Western instruments, and so on, I have dabbled in them all."
Then, she straightened up and lifted her foot.
Her toes tapped on Ming Zhi Rou's face.
She curled her lips into a radiant smile, "Oh, and what I'm best at... is the Suona. When you die, I can play it for you."
After saying that.
She turned and walked directly to the piano that Ming Zhi Rou had just played, and sat down.
Without any prelude.
Her fingers landed on the keys.
The moment a note fell, everyone's hearts trembled.
She was playing "Qing," the very piece that Ming Zhi Rou had just performed!
The most crucial part was...
The notes Ming Zheng played seemed to transform into tangible melodies, one after another, leaping into their hearts.
It made them instantly immersed.
Unconsciously, some wept tears of sorrow, others broke into happy smiles, and some displayed smiles filled with regret and reluctance...
All sorts of emotions.
Spread within everyone's hearts.
This was the magic of music.
Before Ming Zheng began to play.
Ming Zhi Rou's performance had been quite good.
But after Ming Zheng played.
Even a layman could hear the obvious gap between the two!
Merely through the piano sound, she could make everyone immerse themselves in their own emotions.
This was not something an ordinary person could do!
The crowd was mesmerized.
Until the music ended, they remained lost in their own emotions, unable to snap out of it.
After a long, long time.
The venue erupted in thunderous applause and excited cheers.
There were countless top international figures present, almost crying out "Master of Zheng Yi."
Everyone involved in music had studied the compositions of the Master of Zheng Yi.
They were thoroughly familiar with the Master of Zheng Yi's performances and style.
Moreover, being able to effortlessly manipulate the emotions of the entire audience.
Apart from the Master of Zheng Yi, there was no one else!
Even Ming Zhi Rou was stunned at this moment.
She looked at the girl standing up from the piano with disbelief, her chest heaving.
Ming Zheng... she could actually play the piano!
And play it so beautifully!
Why?
Why would she, a country girl, possess such exceptional piano skills?
Then...
Subsequently, Ming Zheng not only performed on the piano, directly using the gap between them to slap her face.
She then had Fu Zheng Nan bring out various instruments.
She performed brief pieces on each one.
Even on many obscure instruments, she demonstrated top-tier skill.
She directly turned the entire concert into her personal solo performance.
And into a fan meeting.
Those music masters, who were usually aloof on various platforms, now looked like little fanboys.
Screaming "Ahhhhhh," they were utterly convinced that Ming Zheng was their goddess!
Convinced in their hearts and mouths.
This was the difference between a master and a novice.
Ming Zhi Rou's face turned pale.
Her body seemed to have lost all strength, and she slumped to the ground.
Her eyes seemed to have lost all their light.
If...
If Fu Zheng Nan had a personal relationship with Ming Zheng and thus helped her impersonate the Master of Zheng Yi.
Then...
What about so many international music masters?
Did Ming Zheng also bribe everyone?
That was impossible.
Therefore, whether it was from the series of solo performances or the attitude of all the music masters towards Ming Zheng.
Ming Zheng was Zheng Yi.
This point was no longer open to doubt.
She was despondent.
She felt a sense that...
She was about to lose everything.
Ming Zheng's dazzling presence on stage contrasted sharply with Ming Zhi Rou's pathetic state on the ground.
Even Ming's mother, who doted on Ming Zhi Rou, did not immediately rush to care for her. Instead, she stared with wide, dazed eyes at the radiant Ming Zheng.
She looked as if she had been struck by lightning.
Completely unable to believe...
That this biological daughter, whom they had looked down upon and considered a failure.
Actually possessed such a noble identity!
That was...
A legend in the international music scene, a deity in the international music scene.
And after her performance.
Ming Zheng turned, cool and uninhibited, and left the stage.
After taking a few steps.
As if remembering something, she turned her head to look at Fu Zheng Nan beside her, her crimson lips curving slightly, "Oh, President Fu, regarding Ming Zhi Rou stealing my work, I'll leave it entirely in your hands to deal with."
"All outcomes will be determined by law."