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nTranslator: Paperplane

n“A splendid banquet today, a guest from afar sits. A spread of wonderful dishes from the wild, good wine fills the golden goblets.”

nA literary official recited Liu Ruxing’s poem with a booming voice.

nAll of a sudden, the sound of compliments rang endlessly in the hall. What true literary grace!

nLiu Ruxing lightened up.

nWhen it comes to poetry, she was somewhat confident in her skills, and so deep down inside, she couldn’t help but feel a little proud.

nOuyang Xiu’s eyes dimmed again.

nShe glanced over at Han Moze and noticed that he was looking in Liu Rushuang’s direction.

nOuyang Xiu glared at Liu Ruxing with a dreary look on his face. Then, turned his gaze towards Han Moze and spoke with a cold and tense voice. “I wonder, what are your majesty’s thoughts on the performance?”

nHan Moze was staring right at Liu Rushuang.

nWhen he heard what Ouyang Xiu said, he slightly turned his head and glanced at Liu Ruxing’s poem. “It won’t do,” he merely replied flatly.

nWhen Liu Ruxing heard those words, her mood immediately plummeted and her face turned rather pale.

nShe was clearly hurt!

nImpossible. This was impossible!

nClearly, she wrote very well. Her parents and her sister all complimented her.

nOuyang Xiu couldn’t help but smile calmly.

nHe looked over in the direction of his two daughters. “Then, please welcome the next lady to perform their talent.”

nOuyang Xiangmei looked at a tense Liu Ruxing walk back to her seat, and smiled.

nShe got up and walked to the center of the hall. With a gentle and soft voice, she said, “I would be willing to perform.”

nOuyang Xiu smiled brightly as he glanced at Ouyang Xiangmei, then spoke with a warm voice. “Then, Xiangmei, please do show us your talent and show the Emperor of Beiming the skills of Nanli ladies.”

nOuyang Xiangmei turned her gaze to Han Moze.

nDeep down inside, she thought about her royal father and mother’s support and her extraordinary talents, and figured that she could convince the Emperor of Beiming to choose her.

nWith that thought, her eyes couldn’t help but light up.

n“Yes, royal father. I shall paint for you all,” she said elegantly and bashfully.

n“Haha, good! Xiangmei’s paintings are outstanding.” Ouyang Xiu chuckled loudly, as he wasn’t the least bit shy to compliment his own daughter.

nWhat he didn’t know was that his limitless indulgence is what cultivated the irreversible bad attitude of the royal sons and the arrogance and bossy attitudes of his royal daughters.

nSoon after, Ouyang Xiangmei started to paint at the center of the great hall. People nodded and gave endless compliments all around her.

nHan Moze’s gaze were yet again transfixed upon Liu Rushuang. However, he seemed to look even more drab.

nThat woman actually wasn’t bothered to even look at him, whereas other women longed to do so.

nLiu Rushuang must have felt Han Moze’s somber mood because she sneaked him a glance.

nWhen she noticed Han Moze glare at her with a dreary look on his face, she averted her gaze like she couldn’t care less.

nHan Moze’s eyes drooped a little.

nThis was the first time he was completely ignored!

nHan Moxi looked over at his royal brother’s infatuated gaze and wiped the cold sweat from him face.

nBut at the same time, Han Moxi wanted to laugh at the picture of his royal brother’s face when he tries to win over Princess Changping at the Beiming imperial palace.

nAfter all, his royal brother was always charming and arrogant. He always looked high and mighty, and unafraid of anyone around him.

nFinally, they found a woman who dared to go up against his royal brother!

nHan Moze seemed to have sense Han Moxi’s evil thoughts and shot him a cold look.

nHan Moxi immediately felt cold shivers. To him, this gaze was a sign that something bad was going to happen.

nHe immediately straightened up and concentrated on Ouyang Xiangmei as she painted.

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