After the confusion, there was a deep sense of shame.
Being surpassed by Jiang Li, by a Jiang Li who had nothing after being abandoned in the temple, was more painful to Jiang Youyao than death itself. Especially when seeing the praise for Jiang Li's zither skills from the people around, it was as if a heavy slap had struck Jiang Youyao's face.
To praise Jiang Li's playing was to question, what was she?
Just as Jiang Youyao was about to lose control of her facial expressions, Ji Shuran, sitting beside her, gently patted her hand and said, "Don't panic, it's not over yet, you might not lose."
Hearing Ji Shuran's words, Jiang Youyao gradually calmed down. Although she felt aggrieved, in the end, she did not show it.
Jiang Youyao's change in expression did not escape Jiang Yue's eyes. While puzzled about what Ji Shuran had said, she was even more curious as to how Jiang Li could be so outstanding in the field of zither music.