Chapter 60

However, what almost made Meng Tuoluo collapse was not the wedding dress, although the snow-white wedding dress did indeed completely outshine her dark crystal dress, as it almost embodied all the beautiful fantasies and aspirations of a girl towards love and marriage.

What pierced her heart was the portrait of herself, the self from five years ago.

In the portrait, she was wearing the most beautiful and purest wedding dress in the world, holding a bouquet of artistically vibrant roses, standing there.

Standing there quietly, her beautiful eyes filled with infinite fantasies of happiness, her exquisite face showing the happiest smile in the world.

That kind of beautiful aspiration, that sweetness of love, that spiritual charm, that purity, could instantly shatter the hearts of everyone.

This portrait was so realistic, so dreamlike, it was even more real than reality.

When Meng Tuoluo saw it, she instantly froze.

Her eyes widened to their maximum, and she just stood there, staring, staring, staring.

Her entire soul was instantly pierced by this image.

Her mind fell into long-forgotten memories.

The most beautiful, the sweetest, and the most painful memories.

That wedding, the wedding that embodied all her hopes, the wedding she sacrificed everything for.

She was a candidate for the Holy Maiden of the Divine Dragon Temple, a position that required her to never fall in love or marry.

For him, she gave up her transcendent status, her faith. Once she ascended to the position of Holy Maiden of the Divine Dragon Temple, she would be revered and worshipped like a fairy by the entire world.

Because he was from an enemy country, her feelings were opposed by her entire family. Her parents swore that if she were to be with him, they would immediately sever their father-daughter relationship and expel her from the family.

To be with him, she abandoned her faith, her future, lost her family and kinship, and was left with almost nothing.

But she had no regrets. With his love, she owned the whole world.

Everything she did, all her sacrifices, were for that wedding, the wedding that embodied all her aspirations and hopes.

However, at that wedding, he, the groom, betrayed her.

At the wedding, he abandoned her. For his future, for power, he married another woman.

All the ridicule and mockery came flooding in like a tidal wave.

After losing everything, she lost her last love and hope, becoming truly destitute, a laughingstock of two countries.

From then on, the most sacred star in the sky fell, and she transformed from an angel into a nightmare-like black widow.

...

Looking at this portrait of Lan Ling, looking at her pure self from a few years ago.

In an instant, all of Meng Tuoluo's inner defenses were shattered.

The once most painful, most vulnerable wound, which she thought had healed, was now brutally torn open again, hurting even more than that night, so much that she couldn't breathe.

"Ahh..." Her tears gushed out, she screamed, then covered her mouth and fled.

Just like that night, she also fled from the wedding hall.

Lan Ling, on the other hand, let out a long sigh of relief, knowing he had succeeded in part.

His portrait, which recreated the Meng Tuoluo from a few years ago, instantly shattered her heart's defenses.

...

In the following two days, Meng Tuoluo did not appear again.

Lan Ling's portrait had brought her back to that infinitely beautiful yet unbearably painful memory, the reopened wound bleeding profusely, so she needed to hide in a corner, tend to her inner wounds, and let them heal again.

After the pain, the gradually清醒的Meng Tuoluo began to seriously acknowledge Soren's artistic talent.

She had to admit that Soren's skills in painting art truly surpassed her own. In terms of aesthetic accomplishment, he seemed to have surpassed her as well.

This point immediately sparked Meng Tuoluo's competitive spirit. Back then, she and many noble girls, even royal princesses, studied at the Divine Dragon Temple in Yanjing, including Princess Zining and Princess Zhiyan.

In both artistic and aesthetic accomplishments, Meng Tuoluo's skills were the highest. Although Zining often matched her, at critical moments, it was still Meng Tuoluo's artistic skills that were superior.

The Holy Maiden mentor said that although Zining was extremely intelligent, her mind was too complex, not as pure as Meng Tuoluo's, so at critical moments, Zining's artistic level was slightly inferior.

When Zining sent Soren's portrait, she was amazed by its realism and the new painting revolution. She was indignant, wondering when the power-obsessed Zining had such high artistic skills.

Now it seemed that Zining was just drawing a cat like a tiger. The true revolutionary in painting was the wastrel Soren.

She never expected that his artistic skills would be so high, surpassing her in painting and human aesthetics, otherwise, he wouldn't have designed such a dreamy wedding dress.

Moreover, this person was so adept at reading people's hearts, completely deducing her transformation. That also meant he had roughly deduced her identity.

Soren was going to wage a war against her, a war of wisdom, art, and mind.

She absolutely could not lose, especially not to a talented and handsome man.

Since being betrayed by the man she loved, she had never admitted defeat to any man.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Tuoluo prepared to fight again. This time, she would crush Soren completely, so she could suck his blood with a clear conscience. A man thoroughly defeated by a woman had no meaning in the world.

This time, she would defeat Soren in her strongest area.

Meng Tuoluo reached out to caress her slender hands, then walked out gracefully.

Defeat Soren, then kill him!

...

There were only three days left until the wedding.

Lan Ling finally met Meng Tuoluo. She had changed into another dress, a long white one, a response to the wedding dress "designed" by Lan Ling.

After entering, several barbarian people followed, carrying a harpsichord.

Lan Ling couldn't help but be surprised; it was really difficult to get this instrument from the vast mountains.

"Soren, do you know where the best artists in the world are?" Meng Tuoluo asked.

"At the Divine Dragon Temple," Lan Ling replied.

"That's right, at the Divine Dragon Temple," Meng Tuoluo said. "The best martial artists, the best artists, and the best spiritualists are all at the Divine Dragon Temple, because the people there do nothing but research these things every day."

Saying this, Meng Tuoluo gracefully sat down in front of the harpsichord, her waist and hips forming an incredibly alluring curve.

"Do you understand music?" Meng Tuoluo asked.

Lan Ling nodded. "A little."

Meng Tuoluo said, "The wedding dress you designed was very good, indeed surpassing my Shadow Crystal Dress. How about I wear the wedding dress you designed when we get married? I've already had it made."

Lan Ling nodded. "Okay."

This meant that in the previous round, Meng Tuoluo had conceded defeat.

Meng Tuoluo continued, "But there must be music at the wedding, right? Whether in the Kingdom of Raging Waves or the Empire of Yan, there must be music at the wedding banquet. If the bride and groom are talented, it's best to compose a piece themselves, making the wedding unique. Can you compose music?"

"I can," Lan Ling replied.

Meng Tuoluo clapped her hands. "I've also composed a piece for our wedding. Why don't you compose one too, and we'll see which one is better, then we'll choose that one as our wedding music, okay?"

Lan Ling knew that Meng Tuoluo, unwilling to be defeated in her strongest area, was issuing another challenge.

The previous challenge was in aesthetic accomplishment, and this one was in music.

The second battle began, and the second step in Lan Ling's conquest of the black widow began.

Lan Ling nodded. "Sure, it's a deal."

Meng Tuoluo asked, "Is two days enough?"

Lan Ling replied, "Enough. But if I win, what's the reward?"

"You can't possibly win," Meng Tuoluo said confidently. "I believe there are few people who surpass me in this area."

Lan Ling said, "What if I do win?"

Meng Tuoluo said, "If you really win, how about we really consummate the marriage after the wedding?"

Lan Ling knew that to get a woman who wanted to kill him to spare his life, he had to win her heart, and to win her heart, he had to win her body.

"Okay," Lan Ling said.

"It's a deal," Meng Tuoluo said. "I'll tell you a secret, I'm still a virgin, no man has ever truly had me."

Lan Ling was not surprised by this.

Then, Meng Tuoluo said, "Aren't you afraid I'll renege on the deal?"

Lan Ling said, "I believe in the integrity of an artist."

Meng Tuoluo said, "Then, see you in two days, the day before the wedding."

Then, she left, leaving the harpsichord for Lan Ling.

...

During these two days, Meng Tuoluo had barbarian maidservants listening outside, and she herself silently came to Lan Ling's room, wanting to hear the music he was composing.

However, no music came from inside.

Through a hidden panel, she saw that Soren was either lying in bed staring into space, closing his eyes and pretending to play, or writing and drawing on paper.

In short, he didn't play a single note.

Meng Tuoluo immediately scoffed. This was the music composition method she despised the most, completely isolated and detached from reality.

For two whole days, he didn't produce a single note.

Although Meng Tuoluo knew Soren was bound to lose, his inability to produce even a single note was still incredibly disappointing.

The two days flew by, and Soren still hadn't played a single note. Meng Tuoluo secretly mocked herself for feeling competitive against a wastrel.

When he entered Lan Ling's room again, his hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

"Soren, have you composed the music?" Meng Tuoluo asked.

"I have," Lan Ling replied.

"Oh, then let's compare, and see whose piece is better," Meng Tuoluo said. "If you win, I'll sleep with you after the wedding."

Her tone was light, but it was filled with confidence and a strong fighting spirit.

"Okay," Lan Ling said.

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