Chapter 20
After Song Yan heard what he said, no one in the cabin dared to look at You Yang so blatantly anymore. They all lowered their presence and only cared about the girl beside them. Their hands were not idle either, they held the girl in their arms and let her serve them wine.
With so many pairs of eyes, You Yang had to continue acting.
The dancers in the center of the cabin were dancing in enchanting and charming postures, twisting their bodies to the music. Their half-revealed transparent dance skirts fluttered with their bold dance moves, and while waving their sleeves, they frequently flirted with Song Yanting at the top of the table.
Song Yanting leaned casually on the soft pillow, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and a cynical smile in his phoenix eyes. He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, then cast his gaze to You Yang on the side.
The latter immediately curved her eyebrows and smiled brightly, "Let me pour wine for Your Highness."
While pouring the wine, she leaned close to him and whispered, "Don't tell me you came here just to drink wine."
Song Yanting raised his eyebrows, leaning his upper body slightly towards Youyang, resting his elbows on the soft pillow on the wide chair, his knuckles lightly touching his forehead through his hair. He raised his eyelids proudly and said jokingly, "If this king says yes, what can you do?"
You Yang clenched his fist in fake anger, "What can I do?"
Song Yanting even leaned back slightly, with an expression of letting the king take advantage of him. He said lazily, "Come on, my lady, whatever punishment you want to me, I will gladly accept."
You Yang: “…” My fists were itching to pound them, but I was afraid that I would give this shameless guy a good beating.
"Your Highness~"
Suddenly, a soft female voice came from her ear, which made Youyang's bones go soft.
Then she smelled the scent of rouge mixed with the fragrance of flowers.
Amid the noisy string music, You Yang could hardly distinguish the footsteps of others. The moment she smelled the fragrance, murderous intent flashed in You Yang's eyes at the critical moment, and she almost reached out to grab the dancer's neck. Fortunately, Song Yanting grabbed her hand in time and pulled herself back.
You Yang woke up in time and realized that it was the dancer who had been flirting with Song Yanting during the dance just now who wanted to take the opportunity to throw herself into Song Yanting's arms.
The dancer walked around Youyang to the other side of Song Yanting, and casually swung one end of the crimson shawl onto Song Yanting's broad shoulders, hooking it on the shoulder of his gorgeous robe in the color of mulberry.
Song Yanting casually took off the long gauze from her shoulders and picked it up in her palm.
He raised the corners of his lips and admired the dancer's beauty with interest, even nonchalantly pulling her closer to him.
Huo'er, who was serving Song Jingmo, was burning with jealousy when he saw this scene. He stared at the person above him without moving for a moment, and clenched his hands hidden under the table unwillingly until his fingertips were deeply sunken and bleeding faintly.
Why can a little dancer get close to him, but I can only be reduced to serving this rich second generation guy!
"Don't be offended, Miss Huo'er. That woman has a bad temper. Even I, the prince, dare not offend her. You'd better not get involved in this mess." Song Jingmo saw that she looked unusual and thought that she had been humiliated outside, so he reminded her in a bad mood.
Huo'er, however, took the reminder as comfort, and suppressed the redness in her eyes. She put on a wronged look, tears in her eyes, and timidly said in a pinched voice, "I dare not."
"The young lady is extremely beautiful and is favored by His Highness."
"And I am just a weak woman who can only go with the flow in this world. It is only natural for the young lady to look down on me."
"She is beautiful, indeed."
"But if you say she looks down on you, that's not true." Song Jingmo couldn't stand Huo'er's self-deprecating words.
Huo'er forced out some tears that accumulated in her eyes, and then she heard his next words.
"She looks down on me, too."
"Does it make you feel better if you think about it this way?"
Huo'er: "......"
She laughed dryly, "Haha... Thank you for your comfort, Prince... I feel better..." No way.
Unless there were special circumstances, the dance would not stop until the sound of stringed instruments stopped. The dancer did not stop to serve Song Yan, but instead took a step back.
She knew very well that playing hard to get was the best way to seduce a man.
The veil on her shoulders slid down as she danced, revealing her fair skin.
She successfully attracted all of Song Yanting's attention to herself. The dancer curled her lips and posed coquettishly, while glancing at You Yang who was standing beside her provocatively.
You Yang: “…”
She was enjoying the dance, but why did one after another come to challenge her?
How could they challenge her rebellious nature?
You Yang smiled back at the dancer, and even approached Song Yanting who was sitting right in front of the dancer.
She even leaned close to his ear, seemingly intimately, but actually whispering to him like a devil: "Is your dance beautiful?"
Feeling the bursts of hot breath spraying on his earlobe, Song Yan's black eyes suddenly tightened.
He was stunned for nearly a moment, looking somewhat unnatural. He turned his head stiffly to hide his red and hot ears.
Song Yanting covered his mouth and coughed dryly, then forced a smile and put his hands on Youyang's slender waist.
He sat up straight, held Youyang's waist with both hands and helped her sit up straight.
But why does this hand not want to let go once it's around me?
Song Yan finally managed to calm down, and then he said frivolously, "This dance is not even one ten-thousandth as good as yours, Madam. When will Madam dance for me again?"
You Yang smiled with a dagger hidden in her heart. After Song Yan heard this, she twisted his waist and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't even think about it."
Seeing that Song Yanting's gaze was drawn back by You Yang's two words, and the two of them were still flirting in front of him, it seemed that the dancer's actions were all in vain.
She was unwilling to give up, so she adjusted her expression, turned around Song Yanting, knelt down, and leaned against Song Yanting's legs.
"Your Highness~" she called out in a delicate voice, and took the wine cup that Song Yanting had placed on the table, and poured the wine straight down her slender white neck.
The wine flowed down her neck, and the deep groove on her collarbone was like a new wine cup. A small amount of wine accumulated there, while the rest continued to flow down and sank into the unspeakable deep crack.
You Yang almost lost control of her expression: "!!"
Wow, this is really eye-opening. You can play it like this.
The direction the dancer was facing was very particular, calculated so that Song Yanting could look down from above and see her infinite beauty and graceful figure at a glance.
Song Yan frowned briefly when he heard this and moved his legs a little further away.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His eyes lingered on her face. He stretched out two knuckles and tapped the side of the dancer's neck meaningfully.
He rubbed the few wine stains on his face, curled his lips and snorted, saying in disappointment, "Your figure isn't that great either, not even one ten-thousandth of my wife's."
"Back off, you're embarrassing yourself."
The dancer's figure is the best among the girls in Chun Hongfang, which is why Mother Zhang sent her here.
This is what she is most proud of, so she dares to use this cliché trick to seduce Song Yanting, relying on her confidence in her figure.
But now all my confidence was easily destroyed by his words, and I have no face to stay here any longer.
Her movements were a little stiff, and no matter how unwilling and angry she felt, she didn't dare to throw a tantrum and run away.
She bowed to Song Yanting and said, "I'll take my leave." Then she left the cabin in a daze.
Only after seeing the person leave did You Yang remove the hand that was around her waist.
Turning around, he saw Song Yanting wiping the wine-stained fingers of his other hand on his clothes to clean them.
You Yang: “…” What can I do? I can only accept it. After all, these are the clothes given to me by others.
She saw everything she should and shouldn't have seen, and she asked him curiously in a low voice, "This girl is tempting you like this, are you really not moved? If your heart isn't moved, there must be a reaction somewhere, right?"
Song Yan seemed to be surprised that You Yang would be so direct. He was stunned for a moment, "I am not so hungry that I will eat anything."
You Yang thought so too. This villain still has a white moonlight. In the end, his body and mind will definitely be reserved for the white moonlight.
She thought of the question she hadn't answered yet, "You haven't told me what we are here for."
Song Yan listened to the sound of the door opening, and with You Yang, he looked at Mother Zhang who had opened the curtain and entered the room. He replied in a deep voice, "Look at the sky lanterns."
Mother Zhang first asked Song Yanting to bow, "Greetings, Your Highness."
"Greetings, everyone."
She apologized for the dancer's disrespect just now, "Your Highness, please forgive me. I have not disciplined this young lady well."
Song Yan raised his chin in response to her.
The man surnamed Lei saw Mother Zhang and urged her, "Mother Zhang, why haven't you prepared the sky lantern yet?"
Seeing how anxious he was, another lord named Zhu teased him, "Master Lei, you're getting anxious. It seems the little girl beside you isn't serving you well enough."
Lord Lei waved his hand, "That's not the case."
To prove himself, he held the young lady in his arms and kissed her fiercely in public, "I love her very much. You can stay tonight too."
"What's so strange about watching sky lanterns? Why do these adults' reactions seem so strange?" You Yang tilted her head and asked Song Yan in confusion.
Song Yan sounded like he was deliberately trying to whet her appetite, "You'll know later."
"My Lords, please do not be anxious. This old servant will take His Highness and the others there right away."
Madam Zhang placed her hands together in front of her abdomen and knelt before Song Yanting. "Your Highness, Madam, please follow me to the deck."
"Let's go." Song Yanting stretched out his hand in front of Youyang with his palm facing up.
You Yang placed her hand gently, and her small hand was wrapped by Song Yanting's warm big hand.
The two of them came to the deck hand in hand. Song Yanting was swaying around and seemed very restless, while You Yang pretended to be ignorant and sighed as he looked around, carefully observing the surroundings.
This place is decorated very delicately. A large thick embroidered carpet is laid on the ground, which feels soft to step on. Five exquisite rosewood carved and painted lanterns are erected on both sides. Such precious lanterns are worth a lot of money, and there are ten of them hanging here.
Long red silk ribbons were hung down from the top of the lantern stand one after another, looking so festive as if someone was getting married here.
Ten chairs were lined up in the middle of the deck. Except for the widest bench in the middle, which was made of golden nanmu wood and had a soft pillow, the rest were carved flying crane chairs made of mahogany. The number of each item here was so high that ordinary people would not dare to dream of it in their lifetime.
It is absolutely impossible for Chun Hongfang to have such ability just by relying on Mother Zhang. There must be a powerful backer behind her.
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