"Miss, I don't think Luo Ning'er's dancing is that good. The Second Prince will definitely not like her." The maid squatted down and spoke carefully while pouring tea for her.

Yun Xian stared at her coldly, her expression unfathomable.

"Miss, I think the young ladies from the Liu and Yang families are more outstanding. Why do you only target the Luo family? Aren't you afraid that the second prince will choose the Liu or Yang family, such as Yang Yuexi..." The maid asked the question in her heart.

"What do you know? My father said that the Second Prince has been focusing on waterways lately and is hoping to open up new bays with the Emperor. The Luo family's greatest advantage lies in this waterway, as well as their massive harbor. Do you really think the original intention of holding this flower show is that simple?" Yun Xian's eyes darkened. "Fortunately, His Highness isn't the type to rely on women and won't listen to the Imperial Concubine. But I'm worried about what kind of seductive tricks these seductresses in the Luo Mansion might use..."

So we must never give them any chance to stand out.

"Don't worry, miss. You've seen the performance just now. Only Yang Yuexi is passable. The others are not even up to the standard. Especially Ye Lingshan, who has done the opposite. You don't think that the princes are really blinded by lust, do you? You should believe that the Second Prince is not such a superficial person. Besides, Luo Ning'er is not outstanding in appearance. You don't worry at all that she can win the position of Flower Goddess." The maid whispered to comfort him.

Yun Xian felt much better after hearing this.

Indeed, there is nothing outstanding about the other members of the Luo family.

Although Luo Ning'er dances well, she is still not qualified to be the flower goddess.

How could a man as outstanding as the Second Prince look down upon these puny chickens?

As for the final person, Yun Xian didn't take him seriously at all.

Yun Miaodu was not among the opponents she could look up to.

At this moment, a red figure was slowly walking onto the water platform...

The bright red tulle skirt was fluffy and spread out, its hem dotted with numerous red rose petal embroidery, layered and delicately woven inside. From the waist back, two separate layers of thin red tulle extended almost a meter beyond the hem. These two layers of light and transparent tulle swayed gently in the wind, resembling a phoenix's tail.

As the woman walked, the trail of her veil was lifted by the wind, and the large hem of her skirt made her waist only half the width of a palm, not even enough to fit in one hand. A gilded carved mask covered her face, making her look even more mysterious because her features were hidden.

This outfit made everyone marvel and look forward to it.

Melodious music gently began, and the woman began to dance, her small skirt dragging along. Like a spirit lost in the forest, she weaved through the mist, her skirt lifted, and she leaped lightly. But when the music's first climax began to shift in tone, they watched as the woman on the stage suddenly rose to her tiptoes, lightly lifting her enormous skirt and turning lightly on one foot. The wide skirt suddenly blossomed like a flame, and in an instant, the flames ignited and blossomed.

The woman's posture instantly became nimble. Her toes swayed gracefully, and she lifted her legs high in a series of wide circles. Her skirt spread out like a bird's tail, then slowly fell. Everyone's eyes widened. "Look at her feet! She can actually dance like that!"

And everything is just the beginning. Yun Miao's shape seems to be just like a bird. When she is not dancing, her movements are graceful. She bends down and lifts her long legs high from behind, and each movement is smooth and flowing. The hem of her skirt also becomes as stunning as the wings of a phoenix burning in fire because of her difficult movements.

On the stage, the woman had a noble figure. When she looked up, everyone looked at her snow-white swan neck, which was as majestic as a proud phoenix.

When she raised her arms, everyone seemed to see a phoenix lazily spreading its wings.

When she turned around, everyone felt as if the entire stage was lit up by a ball of fire. Her posture captivated everyone and made them sincerely convinced, like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Once her skirt unfurled, her feet effortlessly lifted her entire body. Her slender legs seemed boneless, and her over-a-meter-long skirt seemed to blossom into a variety of flower-like forms from the silken fabrics that accompanied the dance. Her long legs seemed boneless, and with every spin, the crowd held their breath.

No one could take their eyes off the dance on the stage anymore.

Mu Yeting stared blankly at the dancing woman on the stage. She was as light and graceful as a phoenix, free from the pain of a phoenix's nirvana, only free to soar into the sky. No one dared to question her nobility: "This... this Yun Miao's dance... is simply captivating. Absolutely... absolutely amazing!"

Mu Linyuan finally realized what other people's dances lacked compared to Yun Miao's dance?

mad!

When she danced, the sky and the earth were eclipsed.

The music is no longer just a background music, but is singing for her.

The skirt is no longer a decoration, but blends into her body and complements her flexible figure.

What everyone saw was no longer the dance, but the unrestrained and free-spirited nature that surpassed all others, as if a woman like her was born to soar into the sky like a phoenix.

Mu Linyuan's eyes were fixed on the woman on the stage. He had never known what kind of person his heart would eventually fall for. Whether it was a noblewoman from the capital or a peerless beauty, he felt they were all equally bland and would be mere decoration if he married them home.

At this moment, his lively and beating heart told him that he was wrong.

In this world, there are women who are as bright as the morning sun, and there are women whose lively dance is enough to stun everyone and make many men bow their heads and feel like they are pearls.

"I think there should be no suspense about the position of the Flower God." Mu Linyuan said casually.

The many young ladies behind were so shocked that they clenched their handkerchiefs tightly. They were jealous, but finally understood that dancing is not just about twisting the body to show the beauty of women, but it can also bring out a noble and majestic aura that looks down on everyone.

"How is that possible?" Yun Xian's face was gloomy. "How could Yun Miao's dancing skills be so amazing?"

But the reality did not allow her to question it.

Yun Miao's strength crushed everyone else and left them far behind.

Many young men also sighed: "This dance is worthy of being called the Phoenix Nirvana, because I really saw the Phoenix dance. I am one of the hundreds of birds, and I am willing to surrender to Miss Yun's pomegranate skirt!"

"Don't compete with me for this vote. I will definitely vote for Phoenix Nirvana! I didn't expect that Divine Doctor Yun would have such a great figure and temperament."

"Ah, that kick hit me right in the heart, that turn... I'm dead, I'm gone, please save me, I'm doomed!!!"

"I think the title of the best dancer in the world should go to Miss Yun. With her figure, she is stunningly beautiful without even showing her face."

At this time, everyone couldn't help but ignore Yun Miao's appearance.

Such dancing posture and strength would make even a faceless woman yearn for it.

Who still remembers what Luo Ning'er danced before?

Luo Ning'er's face in the audience was as black as ink.

Luo Qing'er was also angry: "Why is she, an orphan, trying to show off?"