The maidservant led Shen Jiao to a moon-shaped archway, then stopped immediately and whispered, "Miss, the main hall is just ahead. You can go there yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left, or rather, ran away, with a hint of fleeing in panic.
Shen Jiao was puzzled. "No, girl, why are you running? I'm the one who should be running!"
To be honest, she really wanted to run away, but after glancing at the ruthless guards behind her who could kill her at any moment, she took a deep breath and, adhering to the principle that ninjas are invincible, gritted her teeth and kept walking forward.
I silently pumped myself up. It's no big deal. Life is short, like a fleeting season. We should be brave enough to face challenges and defy the impossible! Go for it, Shen Jiao, you're the best!
If she had looked a few more times, she would have noticed that the thighs of the tall, muscular guards carrying swords were also trembling slightly, much like the rustling leaves in a strong wind, as if there were ferocious, man-eating beasts ahead that were unapproachable.
As Shen Jiao passed through the archway, she saw eleven dancers huddled together for warmth. Upon seeing her, they all simultaneously snorted coldly at her. If people had tails, they would probably be wagging their tails in the air.
She was never interested in this small group to begin with, and now she avoids it even more.
Before being killed by the Yan Emperor, she was even more afraid of being secretly shot by the head dancer; beautiful roses always have thorns, and they are very wicked.
She was all alone and couldn't win.
When the dancers saw that Shen Jiao not only did not come forward to pay her respects, nor was she embarrassed by being isolated, but even maintained a safe distance of three meters from them, their faces immediately turned ashen and ugly.
Although they were dancers, their food, clothing and daily necessities were standard for noble ladies. Shen Jiao was just a stray dog that her master bought from a slave trader, so naturally she looked down on her and would not lower herself to pay attention to her.
Unexpectedly, the young girl, despite her young age, did not appear frivolous at all, despite wearing a bright red dance costume. Her skin was delicate and smooth, and her eyebrows and eyes were captivating and alluring, like a radiant rose blooming in the sun. Coupled with her expressionless face, the crescent-shaped pendant on her forehead added a touch of charm, making her the most alluring.
Compared to Shen Jiao's untainted worldly aura, they seemed more like pitiful, isolated creatures, their carefully constructed air of superiority instantly shattering into a joke.
One of the dancers immediately became angry, "What are you standing there for? Get over here right now!"
"Get out?" Shen Jiao shook her head. "No, I refuse. I'm a civilized person. This is too rude. Don't teach me. I can't learn it."
"Who wants to teach you!" the dancer blurted out without thinking.
Shen Jiao laughed: "That would be great. If you're really keen on it, I'd be in a difficult position."
The dancer gritted her teeth: "You! Are you coming over here or not?"
Seeing her right hand poised and ready to strike, Shen Jiao took a few steps back. "Sorry, beautiful women are always lonely."
The dancer was so angry that she almost ground her back teeth to powder.
"If you ask me, a pheasant will always be a pheasant. Even if it flies up to the top of a tree, it will only ever be a pheasant that flies up to the top of a tree. I advise some people not to think that they can have their daydreams just because they have a seductive face. It's just wishful thinking." After her teammate was defeated, another dancer couldn't help but mock.
Shen Jiao was somewhat baffled by this accusation. Was it because the aura of "Don't get close to the Yan Emperor, you will really die" emanating from her was too weak? If she could, she would have liked to immediately use earth magic to leave this wretched place.
"I'm ashamed. It's just that I'm too good-looking. Otherwise, I could argue with you just like you." She waved her sleeve, feigning shyness.
The dancer's eyes widened: "You! You are shameless!"
"Alright, all of you, say less. Have you forgotten all the manners you learned?" The head dancer, worried that the noise might displease the nobleman, had no choice but to speak up.
She underestimated Shen Jiao, but as a junior leader and the head of the dancers, despite having countless thoughts churning within her, she maintained her aloof and arrogant demeanor by simply raising her chin and looking at Shen Jiao with disdain and contempt.
The other dancers followed suit. Shen Jiao was much taller than the average woman. From this angle, she looked like a flock of quacking white geese vying for position, creating a particularly unique scene.
A short while later, the tightly closed door in front of them suddenly opened, and the head dancer immediately straightened her back, tensed her nerves, and led the flock of geese into the hall. No matter how much enthusiasm she had put in beforehand, meeting the Yan Emperor was still a great test of her endurance.
Shen Jiao could clearly feel that the dancers had instantly transformed from quacking geese into chirping quails.
She walked at the very back.
It was my first time meeting the president of the country. Putting aside the Yan Emperor's behavior and public opinion, I was still very excited.
The hall was even quieter than outside. Outside, at least there was wind, birdsong, butterflies, and swallows, but inside, it was so quiet that even breathing was barely audible. You could almost hear a pin drop. It was eerily unnatural. The twelve people stood in three rows, with Shen Jiao in the last row. She kept her head down, not daring to look around.
The head dancer tried her best to keep her voice from trembling: "We, your servants, greet Your Majesty."
As soon as she finished speaking, she knelt down with a thud. This dance costume was as thin as gauze. Was she really going to be so cruel to herself? Shen Jiao sighed and said, "Good knees." She had no choice but to kneel down as well. The floor was a bit hard and hurt her.
Yu Guangzhong could see the envoys from Wei and Yan sitting on either side. The one on the left was probably the envoy from Wei. His face was so ugly that it was darker than the bottom of a pot. He looked like he had been oppressed by evil forces.
Shen Jiao thought to herself, no wonder the little eunuch also seemed neurotic. It's hard for him to stay normal after being in this kind of environment for so many years.
The person at the head of the table remained silent for a long time, and those below dared not breathe. Shen Jiao waited idly, perhaps because everyone was very nervous. Listening to the breathing of the girl next to her, sometimes shallow and sometimes heavy, she was not so nervous anymore. She thought to herself, "Emperor Yan is indeed a ruler who dominates a region. He must maintain a proper demeanor."
After what felt like half a century, Shen Jiao was almost asleep when the tyrant finally uttered a single word, "Alright."
Can?
But what? However, why does that voice sound so familiar... Shen Jiao's expression stiffened, and she subconsciously looked up. At the same time, with a "clatter," the cup in the Wei envoy's hand fell to the ground, rolled several times, and stopped in front of her. Before she could see anything clearly, her attention was drawn back.
Shen Jiao's heart skipped a beat. No way, this familiar, corny code recipe.
Immediately, a delicate shout rang out, and the head dancer, who had originally planned to become the Yan Emperor's beloved concubine, raised her eyebrows in anger, "You dog emperor, prepare to die!"
Having said that, the leader of the dancers, with an imposing air, led her quails to leap up like a blazing red lotus blooming in the sweltering summer. Wielding soft swords that they seemed to have pulled out from somewhere, they resolutely charged toward the high seat. Unfortunately, the quails had only run a few steps before they were intercepted and killed halfway by the Yan Emperor's shadow guards.
At that very moment, the quiet hall was suddenly filled with an incongruous melody. The music was melodious and varied, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, captivating the heart. The two groups were fighting fiercely, and amidst the flashing swords, the menacing quails were no match for the absolute masters. Before long, they fell like wheat being harvested.
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