Emperor Zhaojing shook his head with a headache. He wanted to scold her, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
This daughter is quite sensible at times. Even when her relationship with Situ Jin was at its most strained, she never distanced herself from him.
She was impartial to everyone, respected her father, the Emperor, and was also filial to Situ Jin. Although he felt that Situ Jin was unworthy, he had to admit that Feng Xin was a very sensible daughter.
"Huayin, please sit down. Xin'er has always been like this; you don't need to take it to heart," he said, turning to Huayin with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Hua Yin curtsied and returned to her seat, but kept her head down, making her look somewhat pitiful.
Emperor Zhaojing saw this and couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. He coughed lightly, looked at all the noble ladies in the room, and suddenly said, "Who else wants to perform for me, the Empress Dowager, and the Crown Prince? If they satisfy me, I will reward them handsomely."
Princess Huaiyin looked at Shangguan Yanran, but glanced at Rong Qingqing out of the corner of her eye, and said meaningfully, "It seems that only Miss Yanran has not performed."
Shangguan Yanran was not surprised at all upon hearing this.
Qingqing had already guessed that she would take the opportunity to cause trouble, and she didn't expect that it would actually happen.
Why is Princess Huaiyin acting like a mad dog, only biting her and Qingqing?
She was extremely annoyed with her, but this time, she didn't refuse. Instead, she stood up and said, "I am honored that Your Highness thinks so highly of me. Then I will make a fool of myself." With that, she reached out to Rong Qingqing and said with a smile, "Let's go."
Rong Qingqing took her hand and stood up.
The two left their seats together.
Looking at the two holding hands, Xie Jingrun's brows furrowed, and he once again felt that Shangguan Yanran was truly an eyesore!
Shangguan Yanran was completely unaware that she had already displeased the Crown Prince by holding Rong Qingqing's hand in front of him. She then turned to the palace servants and said, "Prepare a konghou for me."
Hearing this, everyone was surprised, not expecting her to play the konghou.
Why didn't they think of that?
Because most of the musicians were playing the piano, no one was playing the konghou, and Huayin stole the show.
While everyone was lamenting, the palace servants had already brought the konghou (a type of harp) and placed it on the zither table.
Shangguan Yanran sat down at the zither table, her slender fingers plucking the strings a few times to test the sound.
Rong Qingqing then took off her cloak and handed it to a palace maid, revealing her slender, delicate waist underneath.
Just as everyone was wondering what the two were going to do, a beautiful melody slowly began to play. Then, Rong Qingqing, who had been standing still, began to dance gracefully to the music.
She wore a plain white dress, the hem fluttering with her movements, much like snowflakes perched gracefully on a branch.
She twirled, bent over, and jumped, each movement perfectly executed, exuding grace. Her waist, cinched by the belt, was incredibly slender and supple. Whether bending over or twirling, her movements were remarkably natural and graceful.
Everyone was astonished by what they saw, but her dance was so novel and beautiful, unlike anything they had ever seen before. Combined with the graceful harp, it was a feast for the eyes.
Changlin was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that the old lady... no, the princess, could dance so beautifully.
He glanced at his master and felt that if the princess jumped down again, his master's soul would be stolen away.
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