The male lead was a Regent Prince.
For the woman he loved, he raised her son to the imperial throne.
Yet in the end, he was shattered—body and soul, reduced to nothing.
The moment Gangzi finished speaking, an unexpected expression appeared on Zhang Yichen's face.
Wasn't there a similar story on Earth?
Zhang Yichen knew this story all too well.
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and began to sing.
And he did so in imitation of Gangzi's voice.
"You, who descended from the heavens,
Landing upon my horse's back.
A face like jade, eyes clear as water,
One faint smile sets my heart ablaze."
Zhang Yichen's voice flowed through the quiet meeting room like a clear spring.
It carried a weight of emotion so profound that it seemed capable of pulling everyone present into that vast, turbulent tapestry of history.
Gangzi froze.
The teacup in his hand slipped onto the table with a soft clatter.
His eyes locked onto Zhang Yichen, as if he wanted to say something—but no words came.
Ah Hua was equally stunned, his teacup suspended midair as tea spilled onto the table, unnoticed.
Zhang Yichen paid them no mind.
He took a steady breath and continued, following the rhythm.
"You, who never once looked back,
Spreading your wings to soar.
Seeking your path—the road lies ahead,
Yet one sigh leaves my life forever cold.
You stand among ten thousand souls,
Bathed in glory beyond measure.
Yet I cannot see your eyes—
Do they conceal unshed tears?
I do not possess such strength…"
His voice shifted between low and soaring, as if recounting a tragic tale buried deep within the passage of time.
Every lyric seemed to pour straight from the depths of his heart, heavy with sorrow and regret—yet infused with unwavering devotion.
His voice transported everyone to another era.
An era of warhorses crying beneath iron skies.
Of bloodshed and tenderness intertwined.
Of helpless struggle and unspoken sacrifice.
Gangzi's fingers trembled slightly. His throat bobbed, but still he could not speak.
His gaze was filled with something complex—shock, reverence, and a profound, unspoken resonance.
"You stand among ten thousand souls,
Bathed in glory beyond measure.
Yet I cannot see your eyes—
Do they conceal unshed tears?
I lack the strength to forget,
No matter how I try.
And only in the darkest nights
Can I dream once more of the girl I loved."
When the final note faded, silence fell over the meeting room.
It was as though the air itself had solidified.
Even the wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.
Ah Hua and Gangzi stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with shock, admiration, and astonishment.
But more than anything—
Disbelief.
Throughout the entire song, Zhang Yichen's voice carried an indescribable sense of age and devotion.
Every lyric landed heavily upon their hearts.
Gangzi's fingers trembled faintly. His lips moved, but no sound emerged.
That single line—
"Can I dream once more of the girl I loved."
—continued to echo in his mind.
It felt as though something had exploded within his chest, releasing a flood of bittersweet emotion that refused to settle.
At last, Ah Hua's teacup returned to the table with a soft clink, breaking the silence.
His gaze was complicated—filled with awe and unmistakable respect.
"Brother Zhang…" he said hoarsely. "This song… it's nothing short of divine inspiration."
"It truly is divine inspiration," Gangzi added suddenly, his voice rough yet resolute.
His eyes were slightly red, his fingers still trembling. Clearly, the song had touched something deep within his soul.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself, then rose and walked toward Zhang Yichen.
With solemn sincerity, he said:
"I want this song."
"No problem," Zhang Yichen replied with a calm, confident smile. "As long as Brother Gangzi is satisfied."
"Satisfied? I'm more than satisfied!" Gangzi said, barely containing his excitement. "Brother Zhang… how did you write something like this?"
Zhang Yichen smiled faintly.
"Sometimes, a song is simply a story. I merely took your narration and shaped it into music."
He paused, then added with effortless composure:
"Besides, isn't there an old saying? A song is born of heaven, and captured by chance through gifted hands."
"A song is born of heaven, captured by chance…" Ah Hua and Gangzi repeated in unison.
They had never heard such a phrase before.
Yet the more they thought about it, the more it made sense.
Music creation was often like that.
Sometimes, a song required months—or years—to refine.
But when inspiration struck, it could be born in days.
Even hours.
Ah Hua finally set down his teacup completely, tea splashing across the back of his hand unnoticed.
His eyes remained fixed on Zhang Yichen, filled with curiosity and admiration.
"Brother Zhang, your talent is truly breathtaking."
Zhang Yichen shook his head modestly.
"You flatter me, Brother Hua. When inspiration comes, it cannot be stopped."
"No, it's no exaggeration," Gangzi said, regaining his composure as he slowly sat back down.
His gaze lingered on Zhang Yichen, as though he were looking at an unpolished jade of immeasurable value.
"Brother Zhang," he said quietly, though his excitement was unmistakable, "you've solved a huge problem for me."
He paused, then added:
"I'll sing this song for free. Every bit of profit—it will all belong to you."
"That won't do," Zhang Yichen refused immediately. "Business is business."
Then, after a brief pause, he continued:
"How about this instead—I'll owe you a favor. In return, could you act as a recommender for Sister Xiaoxi at the Spring Festival Gala?"
"A recommender for the Spring Festival Gala…"
Gangzi did not answer right away.
He turned his gaze toward Chen Xiaoxi.
They were all part of the music industry—he knew her well.
She had once been immensely famous.
Recently, she had even sold an album surpassing ten million copies, dominating the spotlight.
But then—
There was Zhang Yichen.
The two of them had occupied the trending charts for days on end.
Even those so-called music kings were probably seething with envy somewhere.
And Zhang Yichen…
He was Chen Xiaoxi's manager.
Their fates were intertwined—for better or worse.
There had even been rumors that Zhang Yichen owed his rise to Chen Xiaoxi's support.
But after witnessing his live composition just now, Gangzi knew those rumors were nothing but lies.
A man with talent like this…
His favor was worth more than gold.
Truthfully, Gangzi wanted that favor.
But Chen Xiaoxi had a history of contract disputes.
And she had suffered from depression.
If he became her recommender, and something went wrong…
Gangzi hesitated.