The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Shocking the Audience

Yan Yidan smiled modestly, "Aunt Lu is too kind. May I see your son? If he’s not good-looking, I might not want him."

Lu Mother: "..."

Old Sir Lu, his face flushing with anger, exclaimed, "Nonsense! Shi Yu, look at the person you’ve brought!"

Lu Mother also felt a bit embarrassed. Hadn’t the Yan Family told her that Yan Yidan was knowledgeable, polite, and understanding?

Why did she act as if she had never seen a man before?

Faced with her sincere eyes,

she chuckled and said, "I’ll point him out to you later."

Yan Yidan nodded in agreement, "Okay, I’m looking forward to it."

As for Lu Qingyan’s fiancée, she had never taken her seriously. She probably was no different from the usual pampered noble girl, sitting somewhat bored in her seat.

Until a person took to the stage, clad in a red and white martial arts uniform, with long hair tied high and flowing down her back—none of the beauty of the bright moon above could match her. Even unadorned, her features deeply captured the gaze of the onlookers.

Yan Yidan straightened up in her seat.

"Aunt Lu, is that Jiang Nanshu?"

Lu Mother scornfully replied, "Hmm, nothing but a crowd-pleaser with an empty pretty shell."

"Oh," she responded, then comfortably leaned back in her chair, ready to watch Jiang Nanshu’s performance.

At first, no one was particularly interested, until the music started.

The person on the stage made her move, wielding the Soft Sword with ferocity.

The supple tip of the sword created a myriad of sword flowers, her movements precise to the rhythm of the music—the swordplay was aggressive and flamboyant.

And when she kicked the hilt, the sword spun three times in the air before steadily falling back into her hand.

The performance reached its climax.

Cheers erupted in the previously silent venue.

"Holy shit, that’s awesome! Where did this martial arts master come from?!"

"Mommy, she must’ve had decades of martial arts training to dare to do that! My heart leaped when that sword flew up!"

"Ah, so cool, so cool, I need this missy’s contact information in a minute! It’s too incredible, please let her star in action movies, the fight scenes would be fascinating!"

The noise from the audience was unceasing.

There were those who’d come just to spectate, as well as Su Ran’s fans; even Jiang Yunchuan and Jiang Zhouye were shocked.

Chu Muxi, who had anticipated seeing her make a fool of herself, had her smile stiffen.

Jiang Nanshu could sword dance?

How come her movements were so impressive?

She comforted herself; surely, Jiang Nanshu had practiced for a long time just for this moment and wasn’t truly that outstanding.

Jiang Leyi’s eyes were filled with pride, yeah, her sister was truly talented.

Director Wen, who had been reclining casually, now sat up straight, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

This was the most beautiful martial arts performance he had ever seen.

The commotion below didn’t affect Jiang Nanshu at all.

She stepped to the beat of the song, pointing the sword’s tip directly at the ink.

Then she started splashing ink onto the large blank piece of paper with the sword’s tip.

Like a spirited entity, the tip moved as if a brush in her hand, forming an image on the paper as she manipulated it.

The sharp tip didn’t pierce the paper at all.

Her speed was so rapid that the audience could only see the afterimage of the sword’s tip.

In just tens of seconds, the outline of a painting emerged.

For the final touches, she used a brush, and under her guidance, a painting seemingly came to life.

The audience was stunned.

They had seen sword dancing but had never seen painting with a sword, and done so exquisitely!

As Jiang Nanshu completed her final stroke, the front scroll of the "Rich Spring Mountain Residence Painting" was finished, and she inscribed the words: Graceful as a startled swan, supple as a gliding dragon. Glory of autumn chrysanthemums, vigor of spring pine.

In the style of Zhao Mengfu.

Filled with ancient charm.

Jiang Nanshu took a breath, placed the sword on her back, and bowed to the hushed crowd below, "Please excuse my humble skills."

Director Wen stood up immediately; if the venue hadn’t been so crowded, he would have dashed up to the stage to stop Jiang Nanshu from leaving.

His film needed a lot of such ancient paintings and calligraphy.