SBCEJM -Chapter 48 Oh No, I Completely Destroyed My Brother’s Persona!

The next morning, the sky had only just begun to brighten.

The Third Prince’s residence was still shrouded in the shadow of yesterday’s explosive scandal, but outside the palace gates, the atmosphere was entirely different.

“Come on, use the nunchucks! Hmph hmph ha hey!”

A clear, lazy-sounding tune rang out beside the queue of officials waiting for court, accompanied by sharp whoosh whoosh sounds cutting through the air.

It was impossible not to notice.

The officials turned toward the sound and saw Little Lord Feng wielding two short sticks connected by a chain, spinning them with fierce momentum. His movements were elegant and dashing.

The strange weapon flipped through the air in dazzling arcs, the techniques both intricate and bizarre.

A group of pampered civil officials watched with twitching eyelids.

“Th-that thing… what is it? It looks terrifyingly deadly,” a Ministry of Revenue official whispered to the colleague beside him.

The Vice Minister of War frowned deeply. He had studied weapons for years, yet had never seen such a peculiar style before.

“Judging by what Lord Feng was muttering… I believe it’s called… nunchucks?”

“Hiss— Lord Feng is not only a literary genius, but also versed in such unconventional martial arts. Truly a rare talent gifted in both civil and military arts!”

Several Hanlin Academy scholars stroked their beards as they shamelessly flattered him.

None of them dared offend this man.

Who knew how many earth-shattering secrets were still hidden in his head? If one day the gossip spotlight landed on them, they’d be finished.

Still…

Today’s Little Lord Feng seemed somewhat different from usual.

There was less cold aloofness in his brows and eyes, and more…

Well.

An indescribable sense of wild freedom and unruliness.

Feng Zexuan paid no attention to the astonished gazes around her. Completely immersed in the world of music and martial arts, she had entirely forgotten to maintain her brother’s persona.

No one noticed that hidden within her dark hair bun was a flesh-colored miniature earbud smaller than a grain of rice.

【Slacking off starts with morning exercise. System, today’s theme is music! Hit me with something exciting!】

The system was on the verge of collapse.

【No, seriously, Host—have you really turned me into a music player?! I’m a classy gossip system!】

Ever since the host found her treasured Bluetooth earbuds in the apartment last night, things had spiraled out of control.

First it played one song.

Then there was no stopping her.

Now she wore the earbuds everywhere, constantly ordering it to play either novels or music.

A dignified system had actually become a voice-controlled phone.

【What’s the difference? Aren’t your songs collected from the gossip fields too?】

Feng Zexuan lazily shot back in her mind.

System: 【……】

That actually… made sense.

Dong—

The long, resonant bell signaling morning court echoed through the palace.

Feng Zexuan put away her nunchucks, dusted off her sleeves, and entered alongside the stream of officials.

On the dragon throne, Xiao Juechen’s face remained dark as iron. Clearly, he still hadn’t recovered from yesterday’s royal scandal.

The ministers below reported their affairs cautiously, terrified of provoking the emperor at such a time.

Yet right on schedule, an extremely inappropriate inner voice exploded in everyone’s minds again.

The entire court instantly perked up—

Only to discover that today’s “Little Lord Feng Gossip Channel” had stopped broadcasting scandals and switched to a live music request program instead.

【System, change the song. Something with a little more class to fit the mood.】

【Roger. Now playing Su Shi’s classic — Prelude to Water Melody.】

The next second, a clear and melodious tune flowed through everyone’s minds like heavenly music, accompanied by Little Lord Feng’s ethereal humming.

【When will the bright moon appear?
I raise my wine and ask the heavens.
I wonder in the celestial palaces above,
What year tonight would be…】

The moment the lyrics appeared, the court erupted!

Especially the old scholars from the Hanlin Academy. Every single one of them trembled with excitement, their beards practically flying upward.

An eternal masterpiece!

This was absolutely an eternal masterpiece!

One elderly Hanlin scholar burst into tears on the spot, muttering to himself.

“Men have sorrow and joy, parting and reunion.
The moon waxes and wanes, clear and dim.
Such things have never been perfect since ancient times…”

“To possess such breadth of mind, such transcendent… Even if we studied our entire lives, we could never approach one ten-thousandth of it! This old man can die without regrets—without regrets!”

“Lord Feng’s literary talent deserves to stand at the very pinnacle of our dynasty’s literary world!”

Even Xiao Juechen, whose face had been dark the entire time, could not hide the admiration flashing through his eyes.

May we all live long, though separated by a thousand miles, sharing the same moonlight.

What a line!

This child… truly possessed talent capable of shaping the world.

Standing at the front of the officials, Feng Huai’an straightened his back proudly, chin raised high, hands clasped behind him as he desperately tried to appear calm and detached.

But the corners of his mouth kept curling upward uncontrollably, exposing the wild joy in his heart.

His face practically screamed:

“Look! This is my daughter—no, my son! Amazing, right?!”

Unfortunately, before his proud smile could last three seconds, the musical style inside Little Lord Feng’s head made a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn.

Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, it charged straight into the abyss.

【I love you, loving you, like a mouse loves rice…
No matter how many storms there are, I’ll still stay by your side…】

The discussions inside the Golden Throne Hall abruptly halted for two full seconds.

The excited, worshipful expressions on the officials’ faces froze simultaneously, as though they’d all been punched in the face.

A mouse…

Loving rice?

What kind of… rustic, straightforward expression was this?!

Where had the celestial elegance of asking the heavens with wine gone?

Where was the breathtaking beauty of sharing the moonlight across a thousand miles?

The shift in tone collapsed faster than a tornado.

Feng Huai’an’s proudly raised smile drooped instantly.

He sighed deeply in his heart.

Ai… my daughter still hasn’t read enough books. These lyrics are just a little too grounded…

But it wasn’t over yet.

Before the court could recover from the devastation of Mouse Loves Rice, Feng Zexuan continued humming along with the melody in her head.

【You betrayed my love, left me behind…
When I finally learned the truth, tears fell from my eyes…】

The sorrowful melody paired with the soul-piercing lyrics instantly shattered the emotional defenses of several officials with tragic romantic histories.

One assistant minister whose concubine had recently run away with his secret savings felt his eyes grow wet and nose sting with emotion, nearly bursting into tears right there in court.

But more people were simply bewildered.

Who?

Who betrayed Lord Feng’s love?

Had he… been dumped?

Which blind young lady dared reject the dynasty’s number one scholar, Lord Feng the Third-Rank Graduate?!

【If everyone is destined to grow old,
Then why not leave the garden
One more fleeting splash of color…
This complicated world only creates unhappiness and foolishness,
But I only want
To make a cat…】

What kind of song was this now?

A nursery rhyme?

Why did it sound so cheerful and carefree?

“Make a cat”?

What did that mean?

Could it be some profound mystical technique?

For some reason, listening to it made everyone feel less anxious about growing older.

Just as the ministers’ worldviews were on the verge of completely collapsing and rebuilding themselves, another song began playing.

This one had an entirely different style—majestic and grand, yet utterly incomprehensible.

【MAMA! Just killed a man…
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s dead…
Mama, ooooh…】

Th-this…

What language was that?!

The tongue of barbarians?!

And why was he desperately crying for his mother?!

Was Lord Feng homesick?

That heart-wrenching, ghost-wailing style of singing was truly…

Something they had never heard nor seen before!

The entire court had progressed from initial shock, to confusion, to complete mental disarray.

Every official wore a twisted expression, as though enduring some form of spiritual torture.

“ENOUGH!!!”