Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Wu Dao remained silent the whole time. Observant individuals could tell that he wasnât very pleased with the performance Chu Mingyuan had prepared.
The next act arranged by Chu Mingyuan was a womanâs sword dance. A woman proficient in sword dancing must have a solid foundation in martial arts, making this noble lady quite impressive.
Before she could finish her dance, Han Yuwen scoffed, âEmperor, these sword movements seem too frivolous. How about letting my maid perform for everyone?â
Han Yuwenâs impolite remarks displeased Chu Mingyuan, but Wu Dao spoke before him, saying, âFine.â
Han Yuwen glanced at Chu Mingyuan again. Though his face turned ashen, he could only say, âIf the dance is good, there will be a reward!â
Feng Qing stepped onto the stage with her sword. She cast a glance towards Su Yingxue as if wishing to pierce her with the blade.
As Feng Qing started her sword dance, Su Yingxue realized that Han Yuwen was here to embarrass her, and she was the target.
âMiss, this maid is truly formidable. She dances even better than the young lady who performed earlier.â Zhilan expressed some concern.
This was a public humiliation for the Great Cheng Dynasty. If their Young Misses couldnât outperform this maid, it would be embarrassing.
After finishing her fruit, Su Yingxue chewed slowly. âFeng Qingâs martial arts are impressive. Strong and flexible, her dance looks much better than the previous young ladyâs.â
Su Yingxue glanced over. The young lady who performed the sword dance had lowered her head in embarrassment.
After Feng Qingâs performance, Wu Dao applauded and praised, âExcellent.â
Unable to find any flaws, Chu Mingyuan waved his hand and announced, âReward!â
Feng Qing received her reward and arrogantly stepped down from the stage, wishing she could turn her arrogance into a tangible force to burn Su Yingxue.
Returning to Han Yuwenâs side, Feng Qing smirked coldly. âPrincess, I heard the Great Cheng Dynasty has many talented noble ladies, but todayâs display suggests otherwise. Not even one noble lady can perform a better sword dance.â
The young lady who had just performed felt uneasy, covering her face and crying softly.
Beside Su Yingxue, Lin Sisi clenched her fists angrily. âD*mn it, itâs just a few sword moves. Whatâs so great about it!â
Su Yingxue turned to her. âSisi, do you know how to wield a sword? How was the dance?â
Lin Sisi was momentarily stunned. After thinking, she replied, âIâve only learned the sword for three years. Iâve always preferred knives and whips since I was young.â
The whip was given to Su Yingxue, but her sword skills were still commendable.
Su Yingxue smirked. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Before she could turn around, Han Yuwen taunted again. âPrincess thought all the noble ladies of the Great Cheng Dynasty were like Miss Su, with superb medical skills and proficiency in both civil and military arts. It seems 1 overestimated you.â
Though she didnât know where Han Yuwenâs sense of superiority came from, it repulsed her once again.
Although the empress was dissatisfied with Han Yuwenâs mockery of the Great Cheng Dynasty, she would only become more disgusted when Su Yingxue was mentioned. âMiss Su is naturally outstanding. 1 wonder if this sword dance can surpass that of the Eldest Princessâs maid!â
The empress was supporting Han Yuwen!
Su Yingxue took a bite of the apple and thought, âChu Mingyuan doesnât like the empress and has treated her coldly for many years. She doesnât feel wrong at all!â
At a time like this, personal grudges were more important than the face of the country.
After Su Yingxue finished eating, she took a sip of tea and stood up, walking towards the stage..