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Chapter 47 - Chapter 47: past

By noon the day after the gala, social media had erupted into a digital battlefield. The spark? A fifteen-second clip of *the veiled musician's performance*, captured during the gala and posted by an excited guest. The melody—haunting, nostalgic, and heartbreakingly beautiful—had lit the match. But it was the *reaction* from Bai Lanyue that turned it into wildfire.

#WhoIsTheVeiledMusician

#GalaGoddess

#BaiLanyueSnubbed

#RealTalentHasArrived

Trending hashtags surged like tidal waves across Weibo, Douyin, and every major forum. The war had begun.

*Fans of the Veiled Musician* were in a frenzy.

#LotusNotes: "Who needs a name when the music speaks louder than any reputation?"#

#SilkenStrings: "She didn't just play the guqin. She *breathed* it. Bai Lanyue has met her match, and she *knows* it."#

#Xiaoink94: "Not saying Bai Lanyue is overrated, but… wait, I *am* saying it. The veiled one plays with soul. Lanyue plays like it's a business."#

#MidnightMoon: "And that tune? Goosebumps. My grandma cried. Even the *critics* are speechless."#

Meanwhile, *Bai Lanyue's loyal fans* went on the defensive—and offensive.

#YueFangirl88: "This is disrespectful to a true artist. Bai Lanyue has years of international training. She's played for royalty!"#

#LanyuelsLegeng: "So she wore a veil and played a sad song? Y'all are so easy to impress."#

#PianoPrincessForever: Real musicians don't need theatrics. Bai Lanyue doesn't *hide* behind a mask."#

But others, even neutral listeners, began to question the old narrative.

#SceneSniffer: "Why did Lanyue look so shocked though? Like she *recognized* the piece…"#

#TunedHeart: Something's fishy. That tune sounded... familiar. Like a childhood lullaby. Anyone else feel that?"

#AnonymousChord: Who is this veiled musician really? The mystery makes it impossible to look away."#

Some even dug into past performance footage, comparing Bai Lanyue's stylized precision to the veiled musician's emotional depth. Side-by-side edits flooded timelines. Commentators started taking sides. Meme pages had a field day.

Meanwhile, *music blogs*, *critics*, and *influencers* added to the fire.

#TheSoundCurrent: "In just one gala night, a silent stranger redefined what it means to *perform*. Veiled or not, she's already a star."$

#BehindTheStage: No PR campaign can fake raw emotion. Bai Lanyue should watch her back."#

The tension climbed when a popular music forum posted an anonymous thread:

*"Was Bai Lanyue threatened because she knew who the veiled musician was?"*

Comments exploded.

#SpilledTeaChen: "I heard they have a past."#

#WuxiaObsessed: " They're *sisters* separated by a tragic scandal. Someone write the drama already." #

The irony? No one was entirely wrong.

In the shadows, Ji Yanluo, Ji Lanxue, and Bai Zhiqi watched the chaos unfold—each comment, each clip, each spiraling theory playing directly into their hands.

And in the Bai family mansion, the storm had only just begun.

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