Chapter 979 Liang Yue (6)

Shen Miao smiled: "The first half is about the little princess's feelings at being forced to marry, while the second half is about the despair and grief of the little princess's biological mother, the queen, at the loss of her daughter."

"So that's how it is!" Everyone suddenly understood. Someone else asked, "This song is really touching. Where did the princess get this story from? It's really touching to hear it."

“It was just a storyteller passing by who sang it.” Shen Miao smiled, “I just felt that this story was too heavy, so I wrote it down.”

"Oh?" a young lady couldn't help but ask, "Since this is a story, what's the ending? What happened to the princess who married off as a foreign prince?"

Shen Miao said calmly, "The story ends with the princess dying on her way to the marriage, and the queen being banished to the cold palace. Not long after, she was given a pair of white silk and died."

Everyone else sighed, saying that the story was too tragic.

Mrs. Ye was somewhat displeased. Shen Miao's singing and playing were indistinguishable from Ye Mei's. Ye Mei was charming and graceful, her dance passionate and moving, but Shen Miao simply sat quietly singing a few lines, yet she attracted everyone else's attention. She even cleverly told a story, stealing Ye Mei's limelight. As a result, Ye Mei's ink dance was actually inferior.

Everyone's expressions when they looked at Shen Miao changed slightly.

Women are always emotional. Shen Miao told such a pitiful story, and the sound of her zither seemed to have captured people's hearts, and everyone felt closer to Shen Miao.

Madam Ye said, "It's such a happy day, but it makes people feel sad."

Shen Miao also laughed: "I am sorry for disturbing your mood." She walked to the table and took a wine bowl. The wine bowl was used by men to drink. She also poured herself a full bowl. The slightly yellow wine reflected her youthful face.

"I'll offer you a bowl of wine as an apology." She tilted her head back and drank it.

Xie Jingxing's eyes suddenly darkened, and he seemed to want to stand up, but he had no choice but to hold himself back.

Shen Miao raised her chin. She drank the bowl of wine too quickly. Some of the wine she didn't have time to swallow flowed down her neck, wetting a small part of her clothes. However, it was still rich and beautiful, with a heartbreaking beauty.

She had long eyelashes and clear eyes. She placed the wine bowl on the table, looking both elegant and generous, and said, "Let me drink first."

This bowl of wine was well made, and it ignited the heroic spirit in the hearts of the colleagues who were about to visit. They all took the wine bowls and said with a smile: "Prince's wife has a good alcohol tolerance. Let's toast to you. Cheers!"

Shen Miao smiled slightly, but that smile was somewhat unpredictable. She glanced at Ye Mei and her brother, who were also staring at her. She looked outside.

This bowl of wine ignited the enthusiasm of the entire Bixiao Tower. After drinking and enjoying the wine, Shen Miao stood up and said to the women at the table: "Let's go out and get some fresh air first."

Just left.

Outside, star anise and fennel were waiting for her, and she walked towards the pavilion not far away. Shen Miao's throat felt hot and spicy, and the best fermented rice wine was the strongest, but she did not feel drunk, but the spiciness made the corners of her eyes seem to be filled with tears.

That cup of wine was a toast to her youngest daughter, the little princess who had tragically died on the way to the marriage. The audience felt a pang of grief just by listening to it, but what about her? What about Wanyu? Wasn't she filled with even greater despair, like being in a blazing fire, as she drifted away alone with the marriage procession, with no source of hope?

She thought she could hold it in, but she couldn't. As a mother, she would rather die a thousand times than let Wanyu and Fu Ming endure this pain.