This morning, Ruan Yumu took over this mess. Although she hadn't spoken with Geng Yulin in person, she roughly understood what was going on after seeing all this.
Besides Geng Yulin and Li Qingzhou, Yelü Yanyun, who was more than six months pregnant, and all the concubines in the palace had arrived.
The princess of the Southern Frontier had specially prepared an exquisite dance, hoping to showcase her charm at the spring banquet and win the emperor's favor.
"Minister of Rites, oh dear, I heard that this banquet was hosted by your daughter. Perhaps you should put in a little more effort to help her become Empress!" A minister walked up to Lord Geng and began to flatter him.
"How could I dare? It all depends on His Majesty's decision. Last night I received a letter saying that my daughter was injured while protecting His Majesty. I'm sure His Majesty will reward her handsomely this time!"
Geng Yulin spoke of his daughter with a radiant smile, saying she was the pride of his family!
"Oh, Minister of Revenue, congratulations! With the help of Consort Qing, you've finally come out of the mountains. Although you are very learned, you're on equal footing with me right away, so you must have some ability! Hahahaha!"
Before Lord Li could respond, the arrogant Lord Geng had already left laughing.
"Not bad, I underestimated you. You've only just taken over yesterday and you've already done such a good job." Qi Jingxuan praised Ruan Yumu, but she felt nothing. What was this all about?
Back when he was a general, he commanded hundreds of thousands of troops in the Northwest. He still managed a smile on his face. "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. It was Consort Shuyuan who did a good job. I was just picking up the pieces."
"How is he? How are his injuries?" Fu Lu Si Yue was sending people around to inquire about Geng Yu Lin's injuries. Although the screams from Jia Yu Palace last night were incessant, there was no sound today and no one said anything. Fu Lu Si Yue really wanted to know how that bitch was doing now.
The palace maid shook her head, indicating that she had not found out anything.
Fu Lu waved to her, signaling her to hurry up. The palace maid naturally walked behind Qi Jingxuan, obediently blending into the crowd and hiding herself.
"My ministers, our Great Qi Kingdom will soon be three years old. Today, we are finally gathering everyone together for the Spring Festival banquet. Please do not feel constrained by my presence. Please feel free to move around as you please."
Upon hearing the Emperor's words, many of the concubines in the palace rushed into the arms of their families, expressing their longing for home after not seeing them for so long.
Only Ruan Yumu stared blankly at those people, realizing that apart from her younger sister Qi Yuandong, she had no other relatives in the world.
"My ministers, my younger sister has long since reached the age of marriage. If any minister wishes to arrange a marriage, please take advantage of this auspicious occasion to express your opinion!"
Ruan Yumu tugged at his hand. She knew that Qi Yuandong had always had General Xu Yuanzhang in his heart. Ever since the general disappeared, she had been sending people around to inquire about him.
Ruan Yu Mu watched her grow thinner and thinner, and it pained him deeply. He blamed Jiang Jin Hua for it all. After the Emperor released the two of them, he managed to keep the news so well under wraps that he must have already made them change their names.
Otherwise, given the status of the princess of Qi, finding someone in Qi would be very easy, not to mention Qi, it wouldn't be difficult for her to find someone in any other country!
"What's wrong? Oh? That's your sister, but don't you want your sister to get married soon? She's almost an old maid. When I was that age, I had already been married to you for three years." Qi Jingxuan whispered in Ruan Yumu's ear, reminiscing about the past.
I don't know if they're trying to appeal to emotions or something else.
The usual boring program was really uninteresting, just the same old songs and dances. Ruan Yumu hadn't done a sword dance in a long time, so she suggested that she go up and do one herself.
"Your Majesty, I'll show you what sword dancing is all about!"
Qi Jingxuan knew that Ruan Yumu was the God of War of the Northwest, so what couldn't she do? Perhaps he was just itching to try it himself, so he let her do it.
Ruan Yumu drew the sword of the guard next to her, walked to the center, bowed to everyone, and began. She first soared into the air, spinning and creating a dazzling screen of light. Then, after landing, she did a somersault, and with her smooth hand movements, it was truly spectacular!
"good!"
"good!"
The crowd began to applaud. "Who knew Consort Mu had such a skill? No wonder she can sit next to the Emperor now. Lord Geng, be careful!"
Lord Geng did not stand up, but a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Among so many women in the harem, he had truly underestimated Ruan Yu Mu.
At a grand banquet in the Qi Kingdom's palace, the sounds of stringed instruments filled the air, and graceful dancers twirled. Consort Mu, renowned for her extraordinary beauty and talent, would today present a sword dance to the king and his guests.
As the music changed, Consort Mu, dressed in a light gauze gown and holding a long sword, slowly walked towards the center of the banquet. Her posture was elegant, and the tip of her sword lightly touched the ground, producing a crisp sound, heralding the start of the sword dance.
As the music began, Consort Mu started her sword dance. Her movements were light and fluid, the sword light as smooth as water, and as her body spun, the tip of the sword drew graceful arcs in the air.
Her sword dance grew faster and faster, the sword's momentum like the wind, the sword shadows flashing. Every movement was full of power and control, showcasing her superb swordsmanship and extraordinary demeanor.
Consort Mu's sword dance is not merely a martial arts performance, but also an artistic expression. Her swordplay is poetic; every turn, every flick of the sword, is filled with poetry and emotion.
As the music reached its climax, Consort Mu's sword dance also reached its peak. Her swordsmanship was unpredictable, sometimes like a cascading waterfall, sometimes like crashing waves, leaving the audience breathless.
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