Chapter 26: No Good Banquets

  A simple yet exquisite carriage is moving along the street, accompanied by the crisp sound of silver bells, which makes people's spirits refreshed and their bodies and minds extremely comfortable.

  The bright moon is already high in the sky, its clear and cold silvery light pouring down on the entire earth, leaving behind patches of shadows wherever it passes, revealing the mystery and enchantment of the night.

  "Your Highness, are you going to enter the palace for an audience?" Shen Qing asked with a furrowed brow as he rode his horse.

  The Moon Palace that everyone yearned for was the place he despised the most. It was a gilded cage, rotten to the core. If not for his duty to protect his master, he would rather die than set foot in this imperial city.

  "Return to the palace directly." A low, muffled voice came from inside the carriage curtain, like the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain's dark ice melting into a stream, dripping into people's hearts and purifying the worldly noise.

  Only hearing his voice, without seeing him, is enough to make one feel as if they are in a cloud and fog, drunk and unable to extricate themselves.

  "Yes." Shen Qing nodded, and then seemed to think of something, muttering in a low voice: "The palace feast should have started by now." As a prince of the same noble status, why did his master have to go to the harsh and cold northwest to grow up alone, while they could stay high above, enjoying luxurious food and clothing.

  None of this is fair and it's time to take back what's owed.

  There has never been a prince in history who had to sneak back into his own imperial city under the cover of night, without drawing anyone's attention, and return to his own mansion.

  The Blood King is truly a special case without precedent in the past or future.

  "Little guy, we'll meet again soon, but why do so many people always want to take your life?" Through the car curtain lifted by the night wind, a slender and lazy figure could be vaguely seen reclining on the soft couch, a white jade butterfly-shaped mask covering his entire face, only revealing a perfect, snow-white chin without any flaws.

  His downcast eyes veiled all his thoughts, with long and curled eyelashes fanning out in a layered shadow, like an illusion that would scatter at the slightest touch.

  Her lips, as red and luscious as blood, slowly curled into a smile, and the air around her suddenly turned cold as winter, chilling to the bone. The little thing he was looking at, not just anyone could move it.

  Shen Qing drove the car at a steady pace, but couldn't help being frightened by his usually emotionless master, causing cold sweat to trickle down his back. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard for him to breathe, and his face turned bright red from holding it in.

  Someone is going to be in big trouble, he's sure of it.

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  "Big brother, who is so good-looking that you're actually in a daze?" Ba Li Hong Feng curved the corners of his mouth and followed the gaze of the Crown Prince Han Wang.

  All that was seen was a woman in red sitting alone in the corner, her small face without makeup, her clear and bright eyes, her bored expression, her lazy yet unaffected posture, every move she made was so charming.

  Although she was wearing a red dress, compared to the other dignitaries' daughters who were dressed up and came with their families, it could only be said that she had a humble air about her, and there wasn't a single valuable item on her entire body. However, even so, she couldn't hide her extraordinary aura, which seemed to be innate nobility, and every move she made was filled with an aristocratic demeanor.

  Not one bit inferior to a princess of a country, but rather even more noble and elegant.

  That person was none other than Leng Ziyue.

  "Third brother, why did you say that? It's just that I found the woman somewhat familiar, but for a moment, I couldn't recall who she was, so I took a few more glances." Baili Changqing had a face like jade, with clear and bright eyebrows and eyes, and was actually quite good-looking. He smiled warmly at Baili Hongfeng beside him.

  "That's the Fourth Miss of the Zhongjun Marquis Manor." Bai Li Hong Feng's eyes deepened, and on the painted barge, her straightforward refusal made him feel angry and extremely displeased.

  Seeing her again, this woman gave him an even more inexplicable feeling. He wanted to control her, yet worried that he couldn't grasp her. How could he have such thoughts? Under the vast sky, how could there be a woman he couldn't conquer?

  Baili Changqing was taken aback for a moment, and a scene flashed in his mind. He asked hesitantly, "Really?"

  He has always been uninterested in politics, indifferent to fame and wealth, wanting only to be a carefree cloud drifting by, living a life of leisure. As for this Cold Zhi Yue who was deeply favored by the Empress Dowager, he knew very little about her.

  How can the same person have such a drastic change?

  Indeed, ... Ba Li Hong Feng grasped the wine cup tightly and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he was about to continue speaking, a sharp voice rang out, and everyone in the Imperial Garden stood up, adopting a welcoming posture.

  "His Majesty has arrived, Her Majesty the Queen has arrived, the Fourth Princess of Beihancheng has arrived, and King Ling has arrived." The voice was like that of a goose with its neck pinched, and it couldn't help but furrow Cold Ziyue's brow.

  The figure in red was standing in the corner, making it hard to notice her. Moreover, all the women who came to the palace banquet tonight were here to find a powerful man, so they naturally preferred the more eye-catching places.

  Leng Xue did not want to attract anyone's attention, so when she saw their movements, she quietly retreated backwards, best if no one could see her, just as she had wished.

  "Long live the Emperor, long live, long live...!" The officials all shouted in unison, performing the grand ceremony. The family members naturally followed suit, kneeling down and bowing their heads deeply, afraid of accidentally offending His Majesty's countenance.

  "All of you, please be at ease. This is the royal banquet held ahead of schedule for the wedding between the Fourth Princess of Beihanguo and King Ling Zhang Xiao. All of you can relax a bit." The Moon Emperor wore a bright yellow dragon robe with nine golden dragons embroidered on it, his hair tied up with a golden crown, exuding an aura of majesty that was unmistakable in his eyebrows and eyes.

  He inspires awe without getting angry; even when he smiles warmly, no one dares to question his dignity.

  "Thank you, Your Majesty." After all the officials finished paying their respects, they listened to the emperor's words of courtesy and the banquet officially began.

  Leng Xueyu retreated to the back of a cluster of flowers while paying respects, she had no interest in kneeling down in front of others at every turn, if you want her to kneel, unless you think your life is too long.

  Watching the dull singing and dancing, listening to the thousands of young ladies around her discussing which minister's son is handsome, talented, and so on, in the end, their eyes are still fixed on the four sons of the Moon Emperor.

  Not only because of their noble status, but also because the four of them are well-known handsome men in the imperial city. With power and talent, they naturally become the ideal lovers for unmarried girls.

  Beidong Xiner stood up, looked at Yuandi and said respectfully: "Your Majesty Yuandi, I recently learned a new dance and would like to ask the thousands of golden girls present tonight for their guidance."

  Her eyes sparkled with a smile, yet flashed with a provocative flavor that made it impossible for people to associate her with cuteness.

  "I hereby approve." The Moon Emperor looked at Zhong Junhou, and after he bowed his head, he shifted his gaze to the seats where his family members were sitting. Among the four daughters of the Cold family, only three people were there; where had Cold Ziyue gone?

  He had seen Leng Xueyu before, and he liked her excellent piano skills from the bottom of his heart. It was just that when he was young, his Ning'er also played a good piano, but because of one of his jokes, she only played for him from then on.

  The sound of silk and bamboo rose, Beidong Xiner changed into a dancing crystal skirt in the layered gauze, dancing lightly with agile movements, like a beautiful golden butterfly flitting among the gorgeous flowers.

  The dancers retreated one by one, leaving only her alone on the stage, still captivating everyone's attention. Her familiar spinning in place, flying hair and skirt, tightly grasped everyone's breath. As the rhythm accelerated, North Tang Xiner's movements also became faster and faster.

  Like a butterfly flapping its wings, eager to fly, breaking through layers of constraints, soaring under the night sky.

  "Good, you really danced well." Yue Di clapped his hands, his eyes fell on Bei Tang Xiner with a profound meaning, she danced this dance, and there might be more to come.

  Leng Xueyu scratched her ear, the applause was not only out of rhythm but also extremely piercing. Bei Tang Xin'er, you're excellent, it's just that you shouldn't take what doesn't belong to you.

  Even more shouldn't, provoke me...

  "Thank you for your praise, Xinger has a small wish, and I hope Your Majesty will fulfill it." Beidong Xinger passed through the crowd, her gaze tightly fixed on Leng Ziyue in the corner. She not only wanted to humiliate her but also wanted her life.

  The Emperor of the Moon furrowed his brow slightly, following her gaze, and indeed, it was as he had expected - it was Leng Ziyue. However, she seemed to be somehow different now; but where exactly?

  "There are many rumors about her," he said. Indeed, there were many rumors that couldn't be trusted, and he wanted to verify them personally.

  "Xinger had heard since the first day she entered the imperial city that the fourth miss of the Zhongjun Marquis' manor, Leng Ziyue, was a master of the heavenly zither, with skills unmatched in the world. It was said that her music could summon hundreds of birds to sing in unison and hundreds of flowers to bloom at once, causing swarms of butterflies to dance together. Xinger didn't know if it was true or not, but with her wedding to Ling Wang approaching, she hoped the emperor would grant her wish to indulge in this auditory delight." Beitang Xinger gazed provocatively at Leng Ziyue, whose expression remained unchanged. She disliked Leng's calm demeanor, which seemed impervious to her provocations, never once rousing her anger.

  Leng Xue's eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile, and she knew that the banquet was not going to be a good one. She had been invited just to be used as a target for arrows.

  But this time, who is the target?

  Digression

  Hehe, I'm so happy to see your comments, thank you for your support!

  Actually, each chapter's content is really a lot, I will work hard.

  The male lead showed a small face today, don't worry everyone, the male lead's part will be very sufficient later, no need to rush.

  My powerful male lead will surely pamper and love my female lead well, hehe.

  Get rid of the unlovable trashy girl first~~~~~~~