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nTranslator: Paperplane

nNo one else stepped up to perform.

nOuyang Xiu glanced at Han Moze with a dark and sunken gaze.

nIf Han Moze wasn’t the Emperor of Beiming, he would have really wanted to smash his face in. On the inside, he grunted coldly.

nThen, he looked over at Liu Rushuang. “Princess Changping, it’s your turn,” he said with a dull voice.

nLiu Rushuang thought about how everyone looked down on her. Her face looked like the winter’s snow, as a dark tide rushed into her eyes.

nShe stood up and turned to face the Emperor. “I’m not sure what kind of talent to perform, and would like to ask the emperor to choose one at random for me. Would you mind giving me the honour?” She asked with a composed voice.

nThe audience in the hall were suddenly shocked by her words.

nThat fool can’t do a thing, and yet she wants the emperor to pick a talent at random?

nHow truly embarrassing!

nOuyang Xiu looked at Liu Rushuang with even more dislike and neglect. She’s really an embarrassment to Nanli.

nHe turned his head and flatly spoke to the empress. “My empress, choose a talent and we’ll go with that one!”

nThe empress thought about it with ominous eyes and smirked coldly. “Give us a little dance!”

nShe was still upset by the Emperor of Beiming’s comments about her daughter’s performance.

nIf Liu Rushuang’s performance wasn’t as good as her daughter Yaoyi’s, then he would be truly stupid to still choose Liu Rushuang!

nWith that thought, her cold smirk deepened.

nLiu Rushuang shook her head and let out a soft sigh. The empress had to choose the one talent she was best at. “Yes, your majesty,” she said flatly.

nLiu Rushuang wore white and a natural coat of makeup. Her black hair flowed behind her like a celestial.

nSoon enough, the music played.

nLiu Rushuang followed the beat, raised her wrists and lowered her brows. At times, she drifted as soft as a cloud, her jade sleeves rose like the natural wind, and she looked both gracious and elegant.

nHer body was as soft as clouds, both her arms moved fluidly like she had no bones. Each step she took resembled spinning lotus flowers.

nThe dance separated her body from the shadows. Were even they still on Earth?

nShe shifted as slow as a light cloud but swirled like a tornado… Every move reenacted the lines of a poem of a story of happiness and sadness of parting ways and reuniting.

nHer bare hands lingered and twirled. Her dress flew and a pair of smokey yet watery eyes never stopped speaking to the crowd. The dance of the flowing and flying light made her look like a complete flower in the fog. The hazy mist flashed beautiful colours, and yet it was so unattainable.

nThe picture of the butterfly’s flying dance between the flowers bubbled like flowing water. It resembled the clear moon of a deep mountain, the first ray of sunshine upon an alley, and the round nectar of the tip of lotus leaves.

nHer beauty made people drunk!

n…

nThe eyes of people around the hall shot wide open, as they all sighed deep down inside.

nTruly beautiful! It was too beautiful!

nHow did this fool become so good at dancing?

nHan Moze’s gaze glistened as he watched Liu Rushuang.

nHe never imagined that this woman would have such good fundamental dancing skills!

nLiu Rushuang maintained a calm look on her face, as she danced she had practiced so bitterly.

nThis was what her own mother taught her.

nWho knows just how many times she danced it in front of her grave. For a long time now, she was able to dance it fluidly without having to think about it.

nBut she danced and danced until the base of her eyes turned a little red.

nAs soon as she turned, her gaze was as dark as an endless abyss.

nHan Moze stared at Liu Rushuang and lost himself for a split-second. His heart couldn’t help but feel hurt.

nHe helplessly shook his head. This woman really was his nemesis!

nThe generals of Beiming and Minister of Rites nodded at Liu Rushuang and had never ending praise for her.

nAlthough she looked ordinary, her dance was truly amazing!

nLiu Rushuang ignored the emperor, the empress and the others’ extremely dark expressions. She also ignored all the gazes of jealousy and admiration.

nShe sank into her own world, where she earnestly danced the routine filled with longing.

nHer endless flying stances spread open and her exquisite figure, hands, and feet were coordinated.

n…

nAfter the dance ended, she stood obediently, waiting in the center of the hall.

n“Good! Great!” Exclaimed Han Moze as he immediately started applauding.

nThe state officials of Beiming also smiled and applauded with him.

nDeep down inside, the people of Nanli were a little pissed off.

nDidn’t the rumors say that the Third Young Miss of the Liu family was a fool?

nBut how could a fool dance such an outstanding dance?

nQuite a few princesses, princes, and daughters of the state officials glared at Liu Ruyue and Liu Ruxing with hostility.

nLiu Ruyue and Liu Ruxing’s bodies tensed up, as they stared at Liu Rushuang with wide eyes.

nThat fool was actually… incredible?!

nThis must be a dream! It must be!

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