Queen Lin’s lips parted slightly in surprise.
No matter how you looked at him, Xu Mo radiated an aura of—absolute expertise, the kind that screamed "I know it all!"
This man was downright terrifying!
After a brief pause, Queen Lin finally snapped out of her daze and spoke.
"Do you need more practice? I can wait."
Lin An'an swallowed hard.
Xu Mo burst into laughter. "No need."
Queen Lin blinked her phoenix-like eyes and reluctantly let it go.
"Are you ready?"
"Ahem—yeah, yeah."
"Alright, I’ll start then."
"Be gentle. Take it slow."
"Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of experience—wait, no, I mean, I’m very experienced. Relax."
And then, in the next moment—
Xu Mo began playing the violin.
But even after the intro had passed, Queen Lin still hadn’t started singing.
Xu Mo had no choice but to pause, raising an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
Queen Lin stared at him in disbelief. "Do you play the violin often?"
Xu Mo chuckled. "When would I have time for that? I haven’t touched it in years. Why, is there a problem?"
What?!
He hadn’t played in years, and yet he hadn’t lost his touch?
What kind of god-tier talent was this?!
Queen Lin was utterly speechless. After a long moment, she managed to croak out, "No problem. Let’s continue."
Comparing yourself to others only makes you want to die!!!
She couldn’t let Xu Mo keep humiliating her like this.
She needed to soothe her fragile, helpless soul with her singing—immediately.
Xu Mo quickly slipped back into the rhythm.
This time, Lin An'an didn’t falter.
Once the intro ended, she seamlessly matched his tempo.
As a professional singer, immersing herself in a song came naturally.
It was the most basic skill of her craft.
This composition was exceptional.
It struck a deep chord within her, resonating instantly.
Of course, as a seasoned artist, Lin An'an could slip into the emotional state much faster than an amateur.
Not that the song was too complex for ordinary people to connect with—
it just wouldn’t hit them as profoundly.
That was the difference between a professional and a layperson.
If there were no distinctions,
everyone in the world would be a singer.
Roughly four minutes later,
the song came to an end.
Lin An'an slowly opened her eyes.
She had been lost in the music, eyes shut in total absorption.
And more than that—
their collaboration had been flawless.
It was nothing short of—
perfect synchronization!!!
Ahhh...
Lin An'an’s chest still heaved slightly after finishing the song.
Her mind was now completely consumed by the song’s message—environmental protection.
Spiritually, she had become the eco-conscious girl depicted in Xu Mo’s composition.
She turned to him and said, "Keep all the earnings from this song. On behalf of everyone who cares for the environment, I thank you."
The song’s significance went far beyond commercial value.
It effortlessly resonated with listeners,
subtly reinforcing their awareness of environmental issues.
That in itself was an immeasurable treasure.
A true masterpiece!
So this time, Queen Lin had no intention of taking a single cent.
But Xu Mo just raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget our agreement?"
Queen Lin froze, then smiled apologetically.
"My mistake. In that case, I’ll donate my share to the environmental bureau."
"Up to you."
Xu Mo didn’t care.
How Lin An'an spent her money was her own business.
He just wanted his own pocket money.
"Then I’ll have my assistant arrange it and pass the song to one of our rising female artists. She’ll be the one to perform it."
Queen Lin’s reputation was undeniable.
As a top-tier figure in the industry,
it was said that a strong leader never had weak followers.
Lin An'an had mentored several stars herself,
many of whom were now red-hot celebrities.
Some had even surpassed her own fame.
Huh? Why didn’t they just go independent?
First, you needed money. Second, connections and resources.
Plus, these artists were groomed by the company,
bound by contracts lasting years—even decades.
If they got too arrogant after hitting it big,
they’d pay the price.
Of course,
even so, most wouldn’t leave even if offered the chance.
Because under Queen Lin’s wing, they thrived.
As for handing the song to someone else,
Xu Mo simply shrugged.
It didn’t matter who sang it.
As long as he got his cut.
In about ten minutes,
the ever-efficient Queen Lin had everything sorted.
Then she pulled out a bottle of premium Armand de Brignac champagne from the fridge.
Naturally, there was a fridge here.
When inspiration struck,
or when a sudden craving hit,
it was convenient to have refreshments on hand.
No need to run downstairs.
Oh, and there was also a bed.
No, don’t get the wrong idea.
It was just for those times when exhaustion set in
during brainstorming sessions.
A place to rest when needed.
Honestly,
the mansion was so massive you could park a cruise ship inside.
"Here, Xu Mo, a toast to you!" Queen Lin handed him a glass of champagne.
Xu Mo accepted it,
and their glasses clinked.
Ting-------------
The crystal-clear chime of fine glassware.
Lin An'an downed hers in one go.
Xu Mo followed suit.
Once the glasses were empty,
Queen Lin immediately refilled them.
"Come on, one more."
Seeing her pour another round—
and filling her own glass just as generously—
Xu Mo sighed in resignation.
Their glasses met again.
Lin An'an knocked hers back without hesitation.
The alcohol was nothing to Xu Mo.
He drained his glass just as quickly.
"Come on, not bad—you’re pretty sturdy. Ah, I mean, your alcohol tolerance is impressive. Here, finish this one, and there’s three more to go."
"...Cough, cough."
Watching Queen Lin refill his glass yet again, Xu Mo let out an awkward cough.
But she completely ignored his subtle protest.
Another glass, another swift gulp.
Since she was the host,
Xu Mo had no choice but to play along and drink up.
Just as Queen Lin was about to repeat the process—
Xu Mo suddenly cut in.
"Aren’t you going to test the other nine songs?"
Pfft!!!!!!!!
The champagne in her mouth
sprayed straight onto Xu Mo’s face.
Absolute legend!!!!!
The look on Lin An'an’s face was priceless.
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To all the loyal fans out there, please hold on just a little longer.
The name change isn’t finalized yet, but it should be approved soon.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
