Mu Chenshuang's face darkened.
Upon hearing this voice, everyone was shocked and astonished. Looking in the direction of the sound, a man in a dark gold robe strode in under the sunlight. His silver hair moved without wind, exuding an otherworldly aura as if a god had descended. His handsome face and every gesture revealed a natural imperial dominance.
The black veil covering her eyes added to her mystery and elegance.
His appearance seemed to make the world lose its color.
Even the dashing and handsome Prince Xiaoyao, who was following him, paled in comparison to Fu Junheng.
Everyone's eyes were filled with amazement and admiration.
Feng Anxue looked at the man who had appeared, her gaze fixed on him. She was unable to move, her heart clenching, pounding uncontrollably.
Only a man of such noble stature was worthy of her, but what she hated was that he hadn't come for her.
Their clasped fingers involuntarily tightened.
Fu Junheng walked up to the Empress, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and greeted her respectfully, "Your Majesty the Empress!"
The Empress gently raised her hand and said, "Junheng, you don't need to be so polite. What did you mean when you said you were willing to be a concubine to Princess Weiyang?"
The Empress asked in a tone that was neither too light nor too heavy, but with a deeper meaning.
Fu Junheng lowered his hand and replied, "It means exactly what it says."
Feng Anxue suppressed her emotions and concealed the intense jealousy in her eyes. She spoke in a gentle voice, "Cousin Junheng, you are a guest. How can we let you perform in public? That would be inappropriate."
Fu Junheng looked at Feng Anxue with a cold gaze, "I don't see anything wrong with it."
The words were spoken.
Feng Anxue's heart sank suddenly, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain as if she were being pricked by needles. In what way did she fall short of Mu Chenshuang? Why wouldn't he even give her a gentle glance?
She was extremely resentful.
Feng Ji chuckled and said, "It's rare for Crown Prince Junheng to have such a refined interest today. It's been a long time since I've heard Crown Prince Junheng play. Your Majesty, why don't you join him in enjoying the music? Crown Prince Junheng's musical skills will certainly not disappoint you."
Feng Ji's words left the Empress speechless, unable to utter a single word of refusal.
"Since the Prince of Xiaoyao has said so, it seems that Crown Prince Junheng's zither skills must be exceptional." The Empress then looked at Mu Chenshuang and asked, "What does Princess Weiyang think?"
Ultimately, it was Mu Chenshuang who made the decision. Fu Junheng had already recommended himself, and given his status and position, she couldn't refuse him. If she really refused, wouldn't that just make people speculate even more about the secret between her and him?
"Since Crown Prince Junheng has such refined tastes, it is my honor," Mu Chenshuang replied in a detached and indifferent tone.
Everyone looked on, and it didn't seem like the rumors at all. It seemed more like Crown Prince Junheng was trying to get close to Princess Weiyang.
Such a noble and perfect man is willing to lower himself and take the initiative to please a woman. If this is true, how can one not be envious and jealous?
Fu Junheng looked at her, his emotions hidden beneath the black veil.
Mu Chenshuang glanced at him with indifferent and cold eyes.
The eunuch quickly prepared a guzheng and placed it on the stage. Fu Junheng walked straight forward, lifted his long robe and sat down. His long, slender fingers with distinct joints covered the strings, and he tried to play a few notes.
Mu Chenshuang took off her outer robe, revealing her slender waist and figure. Her long skirt fluttered as she walked slowly toward the central garden. Her graceful steps and delicate movements were a sight to behold. Just watching her walk was a delight to behold.
Fu Junheng looked up at Mu Chenshuang as she approached. Even though he couldn't see her eyes clearly, he could still feel her intense gaze.
All of this was witnessed by Feng Anxue. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost pierced through her palms, but she felt no pain at all.
The eunuch stepped forward and respectfully handed a sword to Mu Chenshuang. Mu Chenshuang took it, gripped the hilt with one hand, and drew the sword from its sheath. Her deep, bright eyes were reflected in the mirror.
Fu Junheng began playing the zither, its tone high and expansive, flowing smoothly, with a profound and spirited melody. Listening to the music, one could feel the chivalrous spirit of the female swordsman amidst the ups and downs.
Accompanied by Fu Junheng's zither music, Mu Chenshuang danced with her sword. The sword energy swirled around her, causing her clothes to flutter and dance like a spring breeze. A flash of silver light appeared, and she moved as gracefully as a flying dragon, as ripples on water, and as dazzling as fire trees and silver flowers.
The perfect harmony between the music and the dance stunned everyone present. Some, even those holding teacups, didn't notice their cups tilting, while others who had been whispering amongst themselves were now staring at the stage, speechless.
A dance that could topple cities, a stunning beauty.
The music lingered in the air, unparalleled in its beauty.
The scene was completely silent, everyone staring intently at the perfect couple, a truly harmonious match.
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