"Look at him, the Emperor of Yan really cares about this unborn child." Murong Chen clicked his tongue in admiration, holding two beautiful women in his arms in front of everyone.

He looked down at them and asked, "Do you think this Empress is really pregnant?"

The two young ladies weren't doctors, so they had no idea about such things. They just chuckled and laughed, only knowing how to please men.

The beautiful woman on the left, pure and lovely, shook her head and said, "I don't know."

The beautiful and charming woman on the right half-covered her mouth and said, "I think it's most likely true. Otherwise, there would be no need to protect him every step of the way. Besides, that person is not an ordinary emperor. He is the Emperor of Yan."

Murong Chen narrowed his sharp eyes and casually stroked the beautiful woman's long, flowing hair.

Yes, that was the Yan Emperor, a cruel and ruthless tyrant who didn't care about his own family and even killed himself when he got ruthless.

Therefore, such an ordinary behavior has prompted people to think carefully.

That's infuriating.

Suddenly, a plainly dressed guard appeared behind Murong Chen. Upon seeing this, the two beautiful women pouted, stood up from the man's arms, and reluctantly swayed away.

The guard lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, we have found Physician Liang."

Murong Chen raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Where is it? I don't see it."

The guard's expression was complicated: "It's right here at Yanjiang Terrace. You actually saw her, the one who kept giving you flirty looks when she passed by just now... the one you said was so ugly you wanted to bang your head against the wall, that woman."

A majestic and imposing figure and a hairy mole fluttering in the wind immediately appeared in Murong Chen's mind.

His face turned green as he exclaimed, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If Liang Heng were such an ugly creature, not only would I, but the Emperor of Yan would definitely destroy him!"

As we all know, tyrants have many flaws, but they also have many unique characteristics.

One of his biggest characteristics is that he is obsessed with appearances. Regardless of how he went through the motions of skinning and dismembering people back then, one thing is undeniable: if the other person is ugly, let alone skinning them, he would probably just kill them with a single blow.

If it's so ugly it's an insult to the world, they might cut it a couple more times.

Don't doubt it, Ji Yan used to be such a mad dog.

The guard said, "It's true, that person is indeed Doctor Liang. I've confirmed it. It's just that he might be acting strangely today, so he's dressed as a woman."

"Pfft!" Murong Chen spat out a mouthful of tea, recalling Liang Heng's gait that resembled a seaweed having a seizure, and said with disgust, "Is he sick?"

Before the guard could explain, he quickly denied it, saying, "No, no, he's not sick. Even if he were sick, it shouldn't be him. I know. He must have been entrusted by that person to secretly take care of that unborn embryonic bastard."

A foolish ruler fathers a tyrant; what good can the offspring of a tyrant be?

Murong Chen felt increasingly clear-headed as she thought about it, a smug smile curving her lips, but a disdainful snort escaped from her nose.

No, no, it's not that complicated. He just wanted to flirt with girls up close! The guard retorted frantically in his mind.

But he dared not say it aloud, because doing so would make his master seem unintelligent, which would be extremely disrespectful.

So the guard flattered, "As expected of Your Highness, you are so clever. You guessed it right away. Shall we proceed according to the original plan?"

Murong Chen did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the elegant figure on the field, his eyes gradually becoming deep.

He waved his hand and said, "We'll discuss this later. You may leave now. Do not disturb me. Watch the Empress play the zither."

"yes."

...

At this moment, Murong You's zither music ended, and Shen Jiao, with a calm expression, immediately raised her finger and gently hooked it.

"Zheng—"

The melodious and beautiful piano music, like a mountain stream, immediately stirred the hearts of everyone present.

In that instant, they seemed to see a spring with a hundred flowers blooming in the desolate and cold winter!

It was a scene full of vitality!

The scene suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, a few people came to their senses and began to whisper among themselves, creating a noisy commotion.

"How is this possible?! How is this possible?! How could she play so well?"

"Didn't they say she can't play the piano? If this is considered not being able to play, then what would be considered being able to play?"

"Don't pull me! Nobody pull me! Waaah, Mom, I want to listen on my knees! I don't care, I want to listen on my knees!"

"Alright, alright, then we'll listen while rolling around!"

"You guys are ruthless! Well, I'll listen while I kowtow!"

Upon seeing this, a glint of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the drowsy musician.

Elder Nan and Elder Qi stared at him warily, their eyes filled with such suspicion…

It looks familiar.

At this moment, Sun Mengyao and Shen Yu's expressions were extremely unpleasant, their eyes filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?

How is that possible!

Before the two could ask the heavens one hundred and eight times, Shen Jiao's finger left the string, and the passage came to an end.

Next up was Sun Mengyao.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating the moment, listening intently, but to their surprise, there was no sound!

Sun Mengyao was still immersed in the scene brought to her by the music—mountains, water, clouds, and mist, a scene of breathtaking beauty—and couldn't shake it off.

A perfectly good piece of music was brought to its climax but then the transition was abruptly interrupted!

This caused everyone to frown.

Shen Yu was so angry with Sun Mengyao that she was practically fuming, and she called out to her several times in exasperation.

Sun Mengyao snapped out of her daze, as if she were still in a dream, and suddenly stood up and shouted, "My dream is to let out a series of loud farts for three days and three nights!"

Everyone was stunned: "???"

Shen Yu's face stiffened; she wished she could immediately sever ties with Sun Mengyao, as it was truly shameful.

Shen Jiao was shocked.

The tyrant wanted to kill.

After Sun Mengyao finished speaking, she realized that she was not living a free and unrestrained life in the mountains. There were no mountains or rivers here, and she was still a noble lady who could not fart loudly as she pleased.

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