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nThe song played on the Guqin sounded like mysterious cheers that pleasantly summoned many birds and butterflies inside.

nBut in that very moment, Liu Rushuang flashed a wicked smile.

nYou dare look down on her?

nYou’ll have to pay the price!

nJust then, the melody quickly changed up and sounded like a woman’s sobs.

nHan Moze suddenly felt his entire body shudder. The Guqin sounded weak and entirely different, but he could also hear the hidden murderous intent behind the song.

nNangong Ba’s eyes also shot wide open, as he looked over at the several hundred birds encircling Liu Rushuang. What did she want to do?

nLiu Rushuang continued to play the low range and seemed to be immersed in the silence deep in the night.

nIn the hall, the multicoloured birds instantly became a little flustered and flew everywhere in chaos.

n“Ah… why did this bird peck?”

n“Run! Run! These birds are crazy!”

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nEveryone in the hall suddenly hugged their heads in fear of the flustered birds bumping into their heads.

nHan Moze curved the corners of his mouth into a cold smirk. What a truly petty woman!

nWatching the chaos unfold in the fall, Han Moze didn’t bother to do a thing.

nLiu Rushuang’s delicate fingers danced endlessly upon the Guqin and affected the mood of the birds in the hall.

nShortly after, a high-ranking official got injured from the pecking bird.

n“Ah… your majesty, we beg for you to stop!”

n“Stop, your majesty!”

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nLiu Rushuang wore a chilling smile. Let’s see who dares to ever question her abilities?

nThen, out of the kindness of her own heart, she played a happy tune on the Guqin.

nThe birds returned to normal like when they encircled the hall earlier, and started to chirp happily like they saw the clear skies after the rain.

nAll of a sudden, Liu Rushuang’s hand attacked the Guqing like a tornado and the urgent sound of Guqin played.

n*Chirp chirp…*

nAll the birds in the hall instantly darted outside.

n*Clap clap…*

nThe hall immediately erupted in thunderous applause.

nChu Qingchuan glared at Liu Rushuang with immense envy and violence.

nTo her surprise, she lost!

nLiu Rushuang got up and walked over to the seat of honour in the same cold, high and mighty way she did earlier.

nApart from Han Moze and Nagong Ba, has she never been defeated by anyone?

nHan Moze and Nangong Ba looked over at Liu Rushuang with a possessive glow in their eyes!

nNangong Ba coldly shot a glance at Lin Yimei.

nLin Yimei twitched the corner of her mouth in dissatisfaction and looked over at Han Moze in the seat of honor. In her heart, she did have some admiration for him. Since her cousin didn’t accept her love for so long, it may not be so bad to clutch onto the Emperor of Beiming.

nAnd so, she stood up and spoke directly to Han Moze. “I, Lin Yimei, have admired your majesty for a long time now, so my cousin allowed me to accompany him here. Today, having seen your majesty’s extraordinary good-looks, I would like to perform a ‘Rainbow and feathered dance’. Please, may I have your majesty’s permission to do so?”

nHan Moze glanced at Lin Yimei, who looked quite pretty but rather fragile. “I permit it!” He cried in a cold and dull voice.

n“Thank you, your majesty, for your permission!” Exclaimed Lin Yimei in delight, then called upon people to play music.

nBeautiful and carefree music started to play. Lin Yimei had a rather pretty face and wore a pink dress with embroidered plum blossoms. Her entire appearence captured everyone’s eye.

nLin Yimei danced calmly and started to look rather comfortable in form. She leaned over and looked up, then continued to dance on. She seemingly soared and walked with her garments drifting in the wind. Her long sleeves entertwined left and right, and continued to flutter then separate, as her hands and feet came together with the body of the song.

nTurn, sweep, open, close, twist, circle, and bend. She danced like flowing water, like the clouds, like a flying dragon, and like a phoenix.

nAlthough the dancing poses were beautiful, her gaze wasn’t beautiful at all. Every so often, she would shoot violent glances at Liu Rushuang, as she never could accept the slap she received yesterday.

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