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nTranslator: Paperplane

nLiu Ruxing heard that she still had a chance, and her heart couldn’t help but clutch onto the last ray of hope.

nPerhaps, she still had a shot at marrying this incredibly handsome man.

nWith that thought alone, she stepped forward and timidly said, “I would like to perform first.”

nSuddenly, all eyes in the great hall turned to Liu Ruxing.

nThe light in Ouyang Xiu’s eyes dimmed slightly. The second daughter of Minister Liu really didn’t know how to read the audience.

nHe actually wanted his own daughter to perform first. “Permitted,” cried the Emperor of Nanli with a sullen voice.

nAlthough Liu Ruxing’s figure wasn’t as graceful as Liu Ruyue, she was still a beautiful woman.

nNow that she had the great hall’s attention, a pleased look emerged on her face.

n“Thank you, your majesty, for your generous permission. I would like to write a poem,” she said with a gentle voice.

nThe ladies at the center of the hall returned to their seats.

nThe servants immediately carried a writing table and the necessary stationery for writing a poem like ink, a brush, and paper.

nLiu Ruxing walked leisurely to the side of the table.

nShe picked up the brush, paused for a moment in contemplation, and then started to write.

nAfter Han Moze sat down, his gaze fell softly upon Liu Rushuang and a smile hung from the corners of his mouth.

nLiu Rushuang couldn’t help but shoot up and her entire jawline felt a little chill.

nThen, she caught sight of the glint in Han Moze’s eyes and this nonchalant grin.

nShe averted her eyes back and ignored Han Moze’s gaze.

nHan Moze suddenly flashed a sinister smile. This woman was the first to dare look at him coldly.

nHe couldn’t wait to have her!

nHe wanted her entire mind and body to rely on him!

nLiu Rushuang felt the thieving gaze and clutched her cup.

nOuyang Yaoyi, Ouyang Xiangmei, Liu Ruyue, and the other daughters of state officials would occasionally sneak glances at Han Moze, revealing an even more timid looks on their faces.

nBut when they noticed that Han Moze’s gaze didn’t leave Liu Rushuang, anger and jealousy would rise from their flushed faces.

nWhat did that fool do to garner the Emperor of Beiming’s interest?

nLiu Rushuang felt hostility all around her and helplessly twitched her mouth.

nAlthough the Emperor of Beiming was indeed handsome and poised, she instinctively didn’t want to cross paths with him or have feelings for him.

nShe was just an assassin! She cannot have romantic relations!

nLiu Ruxing thought Han Moze was watching her all along, so she would glance over at him occasionally.

nShe was so happy to see Han Moze looking over in her direction that she almost wrote the wrong character.

nShe composed herself, then concentrated harder to write in her best form.

nSome noble men watched her captivatingly elegant body and fantasised her falling into their arms in exhaustion. They squinted and smiled with evil intentions in their hearts.

nLiu Ruyue stared secretly in envy as her own little sister wrote with grace and power.

nAlthough she was prettier than Liu Ruxing, her little sister was indeed better at calligraphy than her.

nLiu Rushuang raised her eyes and glanced at Liu Ruxing’s words, then nodded.

nThis was already pretty good. Who knows? The Emperor of Beiming might just change his mind in the end.

nWith that thought, a trace of a smile appeared on her face. That would be exactly what she needed.

nLiu Ruxing finally finished writing, then she elegantly put down the brush with beautiful poise. Every little detail of her performance was carried out with grace and charm.

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