Everyone: "..."
Shang Xiye: "..."
Having just finished her dance, Consort Qin withdrew her water sleeves, turned around and glared at her, coldly snorting, "What is Ninth Princess doing? Do you think I'm a street performer, shouting so energetically?"
Tsk, this young lady doesn't fall for flattery.
Ji Fengyao was slightly embarrassed by her attempt to flatter someone who had backfired. She chuckled and waved her hand apologetically, "I'm sorry, I used to be used to watching street performers and shouting outside, and I forgot the rules for a moment. It wasn't intentional."
She bit her nails as she sat back down, meeting Shang Xiye's bewildered gaze with a hateful glare.
You big jerk, stop pretending to be innocent.
I did all this for you, for the lifelong happiness of my ally!
After the talented concubines and ladies present had all performed, Consort Qin slowly spoke up, finally calling out the name everyone had been waiting for: "Princess Consort of the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince is exceptionally talented and unique. You must also be exceptionally intelligent and talented. Why not do us the honor of performing and give us a feast for the eyes and ears?"
Shang Xiye subconsciously reached out to grab the little female bandit, and then prepared to apologize to everyone.
The young female bandit beside him, however, seemed impatient. She darted out in a flash, dressed in a magnificent palace gown, exuding the aura of a female hooligans, and shouted loudly, "Easy! Easy!"
A soft chuckle immediately rippled through the room.
Hearing these sounds, Ji Fengyao's heart stirred. You people, do you think free melons are so delicious?
Shang Xiye lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, feeling both helpless and amused: This clever little thing really knows how to go all out.
His actions were seen by everyone as a sign that he was extremely ashamed and had no face to show anyone.
Ji Fengyao walked to the middle of the banquet hall and measured the area around it.
No one knew what she was going to do, so they all craned their necks to look. Even the Emperor, Empress Dowager, Empress, and Consort Yin, who was seated at the head of the right side of the hall, couldn't help but look up.
Ji Fengyao pondered for a while, then nodded repeatedly and said loudly, "Someone, bring me a piece of charcoal, a coarse cloth, a chopstick, and a bamboo tube."
Shang Xiche nodded slightly to Eunuch De beside him, who immediately sent a palace maid to prepare things.
A short while later, the palace maid brought over the charcoal, coarse cloth, chopsticks, and bamboo tube that Ji Fengyao had requested, all on a tray.
Ji Fengyao took the tray, pointed to the charcoal in the plate, and said to the palace maid, "Take this and draw an eighteen-square grid on the ground as I instructed."
"Huh?" The palace maid was dumbfounded.
This is a dragon boat. Who would dare to scribble on this carpet?
But if she doesn't paint, will the bandits beat her in public?
The palace maid looked up at the powerful figures in the hall as if pleading for help, only to see Eunuch De nodding to her from beside the emperor: As long as the Ninth Prince is embarrassed and the emperor likes to watch, what is a red carpet? Even if the deck has to be removed, it's fine!
The palace maid then calmed down and quickly drew the eighteen-square grid as Ji Fengyao had requested.
Like everyone else, Shang Xiye had never seen anything like this before. He wondered what the little bandit girl was up to and couldn't figure out what she was doing. He was curious and would occasionally steal a glance at her. However, his eyelids remained lowered and his face was expressionless. To the others, his sidelong glances seemed to convey a sense of "extremely suppressed anger."
After the little palace maid finished drawing, Ji Fengyao handed her the tray, took out a coarse cloth from the tray, twisted a few knots in it, and threw it into the first square of the eighteen-square grid.
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