Yun Qingluo paused slightly as she held the teacup, and everyone assumed she was afraid.
"See? The Emperor just asked her to perform, and she was so scared that she didn't even dare to drink her tea."
"Hmph, she's just a country bumpkin. She's sure to embarrass herself today. Once she's lost face, let's see if the Regent will still treat her so well."
"I never imagined that the relationship between these two sisters was so weak. It's hilarious."
"Look at General Yun's face, it's hilarious. He probably doesn't even know that his two daughters have always been at odds."
"Miss Yun is quite cunning. She pretends to be very close to her sister, but now that she knows her older sister is a good-for-nothing, she still boasts that she wants her sister to perform her talents. Isn't this just asking for trouble?"
"Shh, stop talking. Miss Yun is the Regent's Consort no matter what. Stop gossiping, or the Regent will hear you and have your heads split off."
Upon hearing this, a look of fear flashed across everyone's faces, and they quickly shut their mouths and watched the show intently.
Mo Beichen kept a close eye on Yun Qingluo's movements. Seeing her pause, he poured her a cup of tea and handed it to her, saying calmly, "If Luoluo doesn't want to go, I will refuse on your behalf."
Yun Qingluo glanced at him sideways. He even brought up "this king," which showed that he had heard the gossip below and was quite angry.
"Ah Chen, do you believe me?" Yun Qingluo tilted her head slightly and asked.
Mo Beichen lowered his eyes. "I believe you."
Yun Qingluo smiled slightly, "Achen, you've spent more time on the battlefield than in the capital. How about you play a piece for my God of War General today?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen took a deep breath, a look of shock rising in his eyes.
My War God General?
Luo Luo said he was hers...
Mo Beichen smiled, "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
Seeing Yun Qingluo lower her head, Yun Yiyi assumed she was about to back down, so she quickly went to Yun Qingluo's side and softly said:
“Sister, the Emperor has already spoken, so please don’t refuse. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you play the zither.”
A cold glint flashed in Yun Qingluo's lowered eyes. So impatient?
Princess Yongping suddenly spoke up, "Yiyi, your sister wouldn't happen to not know how, would she?"
The crowd below erupted in cheers once again.
"No way, the eldest daughter of General Zhenguo's mansion doesn't have any talent at all? No one would believe that if word got out."
"She is the Regent's wife, yet she doesn't even have the courage to perform on stage. It's a disgrace to our Tianmo Kingdom."
"You can't say that. She grew up in the countryside. What talents could she possibly have?"
As Yun Yiyi listened to everyone's dissatisfaction with Yun Qingluo, she felt increasingly smug. Although she didn't show it on her face, she was secretly worried.
Yun Qingluo squeezed Mo Beichen's hand, stood up gently, her smile not reaching her eyes, "Since everyone wants to see this princess display her talents, this princess cannot spoil their fun."
"This princess is not very talented, but I have some knowledge of the zither. I will play it to add to the merriment today," Yun Qingluo said slowly.
The princes of the three kingdoms were slightly surprised. Although they had never seen Yun Qingluo's true appearance, they had heard of her.
Having grown up in the countryside, does Yun Qingluo truly understand the art of playing the zither?
"Clang clang clang..." A very unpleasant and piercing sound rang out, and Yun Qingluo was slightly taken aback.
The main hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence, then burst into laughter a moment later.
"This, this really is the Regent's wife playing the zither, she's not even as good as a three-year-old child, hahaha."
"I knew a country bumpkin like him couldn't play the piano. He was just being a smart aleck."
"That's hilarious! I'd rather play the piano with my feet. It's so embarrassing."
Mo Beichen glanced at the people below, his expression darkening slightly, and then looked at Mo Feng.
Mo Feng pursed his lips. The prince meant that he should write down everyone who spoke ill of the princess and settle accounts with them one by one later.
Suddenly, a burst of stirring music rang out, startling everyone present.
The music spread throughout the hall with unstoppable force, its powerful melody and restrained, pent-up anger perfectly conveyed in the music.
The mocking expressions on everyone's faces made them look like clowns in a play, utterly embarrassed, but no one noticed, because they were immersed in the music, as if they could see generals and soldiers galloping across the battlefield, fighting against hundreds of enemies.
"The smoke of war rises, and we look northward to the land... Hate drives us mad, and with every swing of the long sword, countless loyal souls of our brothers are buried in foreign lands..." When the audience heard the lyrics, they were moved to tears.
Whose father is sitting here, and whose son is sitting here? Especially the military officers who are attending the palace banquet today, some of them even stood up with red eyes as they watched Yun Qingluo play the zither.
They fought countless battles, killing countless enemy soldiers and losing countless friendly soldiers in return. Over the years, countless loyal souls of their brothers have been buried far from home. They were willing to die a hundred times to serve their country. It is truly heartbreaking...
The resounding zither music continued, and they seemed to have arrived at a battlefield of clashing swords and flying arrows, where soldiers carried indomitable courage and the heroic spirit of never returning until they conquered Loulan.
"I am willing to defend our land and expand our territory, in glory..."
When the music ended, everyone stood up, speechless with emotion.
A moment later, thunderous applause erupted. Yun Qingluo looked up and saw that there was no more mockery, ridicule, or disdain in her eyes...
Their eyes held sorrow for the soldiers who would never return, regret for the loss of territory for their country, and above all, pride in the bravery of their soldiers.
Only Mo Beichen sat in place, his head down, his expression unreadable.
His clenched fist under his sleeve betrayed his feelings.
Luo Luo said that this was for her war god general.
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