Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 498

Chapter 498: National Goddess 492 (6) First Update

The original owner had an innate gift for music, a fact made evident by the current raging popularity of Ye Xuxu’s "Morning Light."

On top of inheriting this spiritual Qi, Ye Shaohua also possessed a wealth of worldly experience.

Behind every great piece of music inevitably lies a story.

It could be said that in terms of experience, no one in this world could compare to her, a cheater who had lived through more than a dozen lifetimes.

This particular General’s ballad vividly depicted the image of a general turning into a pile of dry bones.

The song began with a slow synthetic drum rhythm, sparse yet forcefully grasping at one’s heartstrings. Gradually, the melancholic and deep sound of a guzheng joined the track, starting off with a stirring echo and slowly turning into a tender whisper.

As the harmonics increasingly joined in, the sound of the guzheng began to fade, and the drumbeats and rock sounds grew louder. Accompanied by the lyrics, the music gave listeners goosebumps and left them helplessly intoxicated.

One could sense the General’s fierce struggle against the enemy and his high ranking among subjects; mid-way through the piece, the excited and agitated music suddenly took a sharp dive.

That sudden shift elicited a sense of sorrow, and as the fast-paced music quickened, so did the sense of the General’s fervent heart, which was fading amidst suspicion, until the moment he drank poison—the rapid chord progression was like a storm, leaving listeners in contemplative silence.

This was also the moment when Bai Yunci fell silent just now.

The same piece of music, written by those who have or have not been through certain experiences, always ends up feeling different to others.

Ye Shaohua had indeed lived through this world.

Overnight, an Empress became a discarded concubine; in that world, her father’s victorious return was not met with reward but with a massacre led by the new Emperor outside the Palace Gate!

No one understood the anger, the helplessness, and the inevitable sorrow of being suspected by the new Emperor better than she did.

She infused all this pathos into the song.

Even more astonishingly, her lyrics were breathtakingly beautiful, written in the style of classical Chinese poetry.

After all, she had once been a Number One Scholar, and with her literary skills, the people of this world could hardly compare.