Rebirth - The Blood Demon Empress Chapter 56: A Good Play in Succession

  "Hehe, good, this princess likes your bold personality." Princess Zijin's face stiffened slightly, and she raised the cup of wine in her hand, drinking it all in one gulp.

  Leng Xue has already drunk the specially added liquor, no matter whose handwriting it is, tonight will be particularly lively, she just needs to wait for the good show to come on stage.

  No matter how arrogant and domineering you are, you can't escape the arrangement of fate.

  "Zi Jing Gong Zhu, your wine is indeed excellent. As the host of this banquet, how can you not perform on stage?" said Si Tu Wu Shuang with a faint smile as he put down his cup.

  "Ah?" Princess Zi Jing was taken aback, as everyone said that Regent Wang Si Tu Wu Shuang's words were worth a thousand gold coins and he never spoke lightly, so why did she feel like his words were a bit too many?

  Since he came, he has been protecting Leng Ziyue everywhere.

  Give her coral of blood color, intending to remind and warn her, just in time.

  It was clear that he said Leng Ziyue was the lifesaver of his wife, and also reminded them not to lay a hand on Leng Ziyue, otherwise, he would not be able to sit idly by, he was Leng Ziyue's backing.

  "I've long heard that Princess Zijin is a talented woman, isn't it that she doesn't want to give me this thin face?" Situ Wushuang suddenly ignored Princess Zijin's embarrassed expression and spoke lightly.

  A moderate tone fell, like a jade bead falling onto a plate, sounding as if the wind brushed past one's ears, yet carrying an irresistible aura of dominance.

  Leng Xueyue smiled with curved eyebrows and eyes, for a moment, she thought that Regent Wang Situ Wusuo was actually quite cute, this man's thoughts were so delicate, making her hard not to admire.

  She wanted a legitimate opportunity, and he immediately created one for her.

  It seems that she saved his woman's life, and it wasn't a bad deal after all.

  If you make friends with him, it's not a bad thing.

  "Her Highness, the Princess, wouldn't have become one of the Four Great Talents of the Imperial City if she didn't possess exceptional talent. The Regent's words were not unfounded." A cold and clear voice with a hint of sweetness flowed out like a gentle piano melody, and Zong Ziyue's single sentence directly blocked off all retreats for Princess Zijin.

  Above the high platform, the Empress Dowager's eyes were dim and unclear. Princess Zijin occasionally glanced back at her, but unfortunately did not receive any hint.

  Situ Wushuang slightly lowered his head, and with a faint smile, he glanced at Leng Ziyue. He saw her making a cute face at him, and the joyful smile of a child fell into his eyes, surprisingly lively.

  A glance, he understood her gratitude towards him.

  Such a delicate and transparent woman, should be carefree in the world, far away from worldly affairs, how did she get involved with these rights and wrongs, intrigues and plots.

  Living in constant fear, every step is a trap, every move is a shock.

  She moistened her bright red lips and smiled: "Then the princess will make a fool of herself."

  "This king is looking forward to it." Once again, Situ Wú Shuāng overturned the world's rare understanding of him, and it seemed that on this night, his words were unusually numerous.

  "I'm also looking forward to it, hehe." The soft laughter was pleasant and refreshing, seemingly coming from a distant horizon, yet feeling so close.

  A flash of icy cold smile, in the low-hanging eyes, fleeting, and then raised his head again, shining eyes, brilliant like stars.

  She couldn't recall when it started, but Rong Ziyue always felt a gentle gaze on her, sticking tightly to her body like a warm coat that wrapped her in warmth, making her feel at ease and safe.

  When she raised her head and looked around for that glimpse of light, it was nowhere to be found, as if playing a game of hide-and-seek with her.

  That familiar taste, sweet breath, just like Baili Chuyan gave her feeling.

  Is it you who has been guarding me all along?

  Under the fiery cloak, Leng Ziyue's left hand gently pressed against her chest, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat, expecting and hesitating at the same time.

  He and she were originally strangers, how could he expect to be by her side every moment.

  She shouldn't be so greedy, but she just can't help it.

  What am I supposed to do with you, Baili Chunxuan?

  Why, everything about you makes me feel an unbearable heartache, uncontrollably wanting to get close to you, warm you.

  At that moment, it was as if there was a spiritual connection.

  In the instant they turned back, their eyes met, and sparks flew everywhere.

  His eyes had only her, and hers had only him, the world disappeared, leaving only each other.

  Gentle as water, the twinkling starry eyes shone with sparkling lights, gazing at her unwaveringly, silently giving her strength, as if telling her 'don't be afraid, I've got everything'.

  Leng Xue's eyelids fluttered, and the torrent of tears that came suddenly, the water light that flashed from the bottom of her eyes, revealed her emotions, and expressed her deep feelings.

  He was always there.

  Can't appear in a bright and upright manner, but silently guarding her side.

  He said, I will protect you.

  It turned out it wasn't just a joke all along.

  He proved it to her with his actions that he was serious.

  "Leng Er's piano skills are indeed exceptional, come and reward her." Empress Xiao applauded, exuding elegance and refinement, with an air of maternal dignity that commanded the heavens.

  Leng Yinling stood in the center of the stage, gently lowering her head, bowing her body, and in a soft voice mixed with a few parts joy, "Thank you, Empress Dowager."

  If it weren't for Leng Ziyue stealing the spotlight, she would have been able to make a name for herself. She slightly raised her head and carefully looked at Leng Ziyue, glaring at her fiercely before turning back around, smiling sweetly, with a speed that left people amazed.

  Princess Zi Jing didn't miss the exchange of glances between her sisters, and a thought suddenly occurred to her - perhaps she could take advantage of the situation and stir up trouble in their already tense relationship.

  "Miss Leng, what's your opinion on your sister Yinling's performance?" Good deeds were all taken by Empress Xiao, she might as well consider being a villain.

  "Is Princess Zijin really from the imperial family? How did I not notice, she's not my sister, at most a concubine-born sister. There's a difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, how can a princess who can't even speak properly be considered one? Although I'm not well-read or talented, I still know that imperial consorts are divided into first-rank and second-rank, and even the titles of princesses are ranked. Can a concubine-born daughter be mentioned in the same breath as a legitimate daughter? Can she call herself sisters with a legitimate daughter? Why haven't I seen any daughters born to the empress or imperial noble consorts who share the same rank? Or is it that in Princess Zijin's eyes, there's no distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children? If so, then don't those women who fight tooth and nail for a title have brain problems? How can they not see that people are not divided into high and low classes?"

  Leng Qiyue fired off her words like a machine gun, leaving the crowd stunned. Before they could recover, she continued: "According to our ancestors' rules, legitimate children are noble, while illegitimate ones are inferior. When marrying, one must become the official wife; anything else, whether it's a secondary wife or a concubine, is something lowly that can't be shown in public. Put nicely, it's called a concubine, but put bluntly, isn't it just a slave who warms the bed?"

  No matter whether her words had one layer of meaning or two, Zong Sheng knew it anyway, and the listener could also understand many different meanings from them.

  And she wanted exactly this effect.

  Let her be restless and in danger everywhere, so that she can send some gifts back, making all the onlookers suffer a fire at their own backyard.

  "The difference between legitimate and illegitimate is natural, I was just careless with my words earlier, please forgive me, Miss Leng." Princess Zijin's face was dark, but she still forced a smile at Leng Ziyue, how could she not feel stifled?

  She just needs to endure until Leng Xueyao's poison breaks out, and everything will be easy to say.

  The difference between legitimate and illegitimate children is like heaven and earth.

  At that time, if her mother hadn't had a clever plan and means, she would have become an illegitimate princess with no status or position. No one knew better than her what benefits came from being the legitimate daughter.

  Illegitimate princesses are nothing, illegitimate misses are even less, in her eyes, they are not even as good as maids.

  Leng Xue's words were like fine needles, tiny as hairs, imperceptibly piercing the hearts of the women on the high platform, taking root and sprouting.

  They are all the emperor's women, except for the empress who can be called the emperor's wife, no matter whether you are a noble concubine or a lesser concubine, in common language they are all concubines, concubines that cannot be seen by others.

  The princes born were all just illegitimate children and could not stand on the same starting line as legitimate imperial princes.

  Empress Xiao gripped the armrests of her purple sandalwood chair tightly, she could foresee that after tonight, there would be no more peaceful days in the harem.

  The queen's position has always been a coveted spot for every woman in the harem, and they will stop at nothing to get there, sparing no expense or means to achieve their goal.

  Leng Xueyu, you are truly a mastermind with good tactics. With just one short statement, you can provoke the anger of all women and make the entire harem restless through their complaints.

  The face of Jiang Guifei was no longer a calm and collected one, her delicate features were now twisted in a dignified yet furious smile, who would have known that she was on the verge of vomiting blood from rage.

  You're such a cruel Xue Yue, whichever foot hurts, she'd ruthlessly step on that one.

  "To know one's mistakes and correct them, Princess, you have a good temperament." She blinked her eyes, coldly and provocatively staring at Concubine Jiang, the angrier she got, the more unable to contain herself, the happier she became.

  Removing one Empress Zhuang is just the first step. The foundation of Concubine Jiang is much more profound and needs to be carefully planned.

  "Empress Dowager, the harem will not be at peace." Qin's hand trembled, she was an old woman living in the harem, and had seen too many schemes and struggles between the concubines. Cold Xue's words had struck their weak points.

  The distinction between birth order and status as a child of the first or subsequent wife is a big deal in ordinary families.

  It's an even bigger deal in the royal family.

  Women who entered the imperial palace, not one of them didn't want to fight for a high position. No matter how much imperial favor the emperor gave you, as long as you weren't the empress, even if your status was second only to the empress and you held the title of Imperial Noble Consort, you were still just a concubine.

  "It seems I underestimated her." The Empress Dowager's face sank, and she couldn't smile anymore. Although she had seen Leng Ziyue drink the spiked water, at this moment, she was no longer confident.

  She could have saved the queen of Regent Wang, Situ Wushuang, and she must have thought of a way to save herself. Perhaps she had already discovered that there was something wrong with the wine, but what couldn't be explained was why she still drank that cup of wine.

  "Now...?" Qin's aunt asked in a low voice. She knew the Empress Dowager too well, who would not allow anyone to leave her control.

  Just like the current emperor.

  "Wait." The voice was even lower, unable to conceal the anger in her heart, and she was afraid that those old teeth would be crushed by her.

  Qin's aunt took two steps back, no longer speaking, her eyes complex in expression.

  "This woman is so deep and sinister in her intentions, with such a poisonous scheme." Baili Changjian furrowed his brow, unable to hold back as he slapped the wooden table with a loud bang.

  "Interesting, really interesting." Baili Ziyu slightly raised her eyelids, from the beginning, facing the pressure of Princess Zijin, she had solved it with ease, he knew that she was not simple.

  Facing layer upon layer of resistance, she responded with ease and aplomb, leaving him no choice but to look at her in a new light.

  Baili Hongfeng's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, wanting to get Leng Ziyue's intention, more and more intense. With her help, how could he not get the world? His mother, the noble consort, had her own means, although she was not as favored as Xiao Huanghou and Jiang Guifei, but his father emperor had never forgotten her, and he was even more reused with excellence.

  Taking advantage of Leng Xueyu's words, it may become the greatest help for his mother to fight for the position. She inadvertently helped him, as long as his mother can get more imperial favor from the emperor, his position will be more stable.

  A few words can easily trigger a war among women, she's ruthless. The harem is a battlefield without gunpowder, and the killings are all bloodless, something that Baili Hongfeng had seen too much of since childhood.

  Those women who fought for favor, none of them ended up well in the end.

  "A woman with such character is rarely seen in the world." Bai Li's eyes, like peach blossoms, cast a deep and mysterious gloom, and his heart had unknowingly begun to fluctuate with her joys and sorrows. This feeling was unfamiliar, yet he couldn't help but be drawn to it.

  The struggle in the harem was inevitable, they knew that fighting for favor would lead to great mistakes, and they also knew that it was Cold Xue Yue who deliberately provoked it, but they couldn't control their own desire to fight for a higher position.

  This is human nature.

  Everyone has desires, even gods cannot achieve a clear mind and few desires.

  Among the four brothers, only Baili Changqing did not say a word. He didn't know whether Leng Xueying was good or bad, righteous or evil.

  As if her transformation is changing something, leaving one speechless.

  "Xiao Yue'er, you're getting more and more lovely, I'm really curious what other interesting things you want to play with at this Hongmen banquet." Baili Chenyuan lowered his eyelids, his slightly cool fingertips swept across his elegant chin, and his gaze towards Leng Ziyue became fiery and focused.

  Even if he knew she was like a raging fire that could destroy him, he still wanted to get close to her, to walk into her heart.

  "Princess Zijin, what are you going to perform?" A bland tone rose, and the hushed voices in the entire venue disappeared completely, revealing Sutu Wushuang's impatience.

  Since he has already lent a hand to help Leng Ziyue, then he should see it through to the end and send Buddha to the West.

  Maybe later on, he will still have use for her somewhere.

  He can't catch the culprit who laid a hand on his dancer, and his dancer will always be in danger of losing her life. No matter how well he guards her, he can't guarantee that he'll always be by her side to protect her.

  All the people attending the banquet became accompaniments, their only role was to sit in place, watch the show when they should watch the show, follow along when they should follow along, and eat when it's time to eat, nothing else is required of them.

  "The sound of Leng Yinling's zither is dull and lacks soul, even she herself can't be moved by it. How can she expect to move others? It has to be said, her playing is too unpleasant." Leng Ziyue ruthlessly trampled on Leng Yinling, wanting to show off. She gave her the opportunity, now it's up to her to see if she can handle this great gift. "Why don't you play the zither too, Princess? I'm sure you'll sound much better than my sister."

  Soft and sticky tone, seemingly praising yet blaming, making people guess.

  Zi Jing Gong Zhu almost couldn't catch her breath, she really was too much, actually comparing herself to that despicable illegitimate daughter, hateful.

  "Those who have played the piano have already appreciated it for a while, how about changing to something else? What do you all think?" Ba Li Chang Jian stood up and said loudly.

  With a sword-like eyebrow and a star-like day, he wore a long gown with golden edges and dark brown embroidery, which set off his handsome and elegant appearance. His high-bundled black hair was irresistible to the daughters of various families.

  "King Ming doesn't want the princess to dance, does he? I think...," Ling Ziyue's clear and smiling eyes kept scanning back and forth over Princess Zijin's slightly plump body.

  This figure, wearing a dance dress and dancing in the cold winter, is afraid that it will be a bit difficult.

  If she's not careful, she might strain her old waist.

  All the officials just looked on without speaking. After all, Princess Zijin was not a young woman of eighteen or nineteen years old. If she were to dance, even if she dared to dance, they would not dare to watch.

  Holding back laughter, yet unable to make a sound, is truly agonizing.

  "Miss Leng, what I mean is that Princess Huang is proficient in all the arts of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting. If Miss Leng is willing, why not have a game with Princess Huang? Wouldn't that be more interesting?" Bai Lixiaojian avoided the resentful gaze of Princess Zijing and stared at Leng Ziyue's eyes.

  Qin painting, he has already appreciated it, and I'm afraid no one can surpass him.

  She could get praise from her fourth brother Baili Zhiying, it seems that she is confident.

  His only bet was that Leng Zixue wouldn't be good at chess, or rather, wasn't skilled in the art of chess.

  "I don't play chess." Leng Xueyu innocently blinked her eyes, pouted her small mouth, and looked lovely and charming. Her bright red dress set off her face, making her look even more beautiful and captivating.

  The answer was so naturally and innocently given that it brought a gentle smile to everyone's face, and they found her honesty and loveliness completely devoid of any sarcastic or mocking tone.

  Ba Li's long sword was speechless, even if he had thought of various answers, he hadn't expected her to respond with a single sentence "I don't play chess". If he continued to speak, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

  "In my opinion, let's just dance. However, before I came here today, I heard that Princess Zijin wanted to see a scene of hundreds of birds singing in harmony, hundreds of flowers blooming together, and groups of butterflies dancing together. She wants to ask Miss Leng to play a piece, but I don't know if this is true." Situ Wushuang asked with an air of innocence, as if he really didn't know anything about it.

  Leng Xueyun rolled her eyes, she knew that Situ Wusuo's temperament was not single-minded, in fact, he had a very foxy side, and it was likely that he was also after this.

  Her performance isn't something that can be taken lightly, if she doesn't put in some effort, then she'll be at a disadvantage.

  Even if there's an old saying that "losing out is a blessing", she doesn't want this kind of blessing.

  "It's true." As soon as she mentioned this matter, Princess Zijin couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising from her chest. A small and insignificant daughter of a loyal vassal dared to defy her like that; if she didn't get rid of her, it would be hard to dispel the hatred in her heart.

  "What does Miss Leng think of my proposal?" Situ Wusuo turned his head to look at Leng Ziyue, not to mention that he was also very curious, whether there really was such a wonderful sound in the world.

  "This proposal is not bad, but if you want to see the performance, you still have to pay the price. I'm not a street performer, and it's not possible for me to be like those people just now." Leng Ziyue raised her beautiful eyebrows, her keen sense of smell had already made her vigilant, and there was something unusual about the scent in the air.

  The Empress Dowager was afraid that if she didn't speak up again, she would be so angry that she would die of rage. "Then what do you want?"

  "Hmph, the Empress Dowager's words are really frightening, hehe." She slightly trembled her shoulders and met her gaze with a calm smile.

  "You——" In front of so many people, she couldn't do anything to her.

  Her subtle connection with the Hidden Clan, if she dies in Qīyuè Country, the four major countries will not let it go easily, and the Hidden Clan may also come to make trouble.

  Although it's just a legend, I have no choice but to believe it.

  Otherwise, how could the jade pendant symbolizing identity appear?

  "You want to listen, well, I'll perform, but...," she deliberately dragged out her voice, her clear and cold eyes scanning the varied expressions on the faces of the crowd. "Just ask Princess Zijin to go first, if she can make me laugh out loud, then I'll take the stage."

  "Ling Xue, you're being too deceitful." What is she, a princess of a country, to be pleased by her dancing girls?

  What is called Bo her a smile, Princess Zi Jing could no longer hold back her anger, she wanted to kill Leng Ziyue now and see if she dared to ride on her head and be wild.

  "What if I'm deceiving you? The emperor's favorite concubine is not even worth mentioning in my eyes, and the princess is even less of a concern. Isn't the fourth princess of Beihancheng the best example of this? Don't keep testing my patience again and again, my anger is not something you can afford to bear." She was arrogant, she was reckless, only by repeatedly pushing them to the brink of despair could Leng Ziyue see from their tolerance for her how much deterrent power her existence had over them.

  Ice Aunt is right, as long as she reveals her connection with the Hidden Clan, no one in the five major countries will dare to take her life openly.

  Assassination is their only means.

  "Bring her to me, and execute her on the spot." The purple crystal princess, with red eyes, didn't care about the obstruction of the imperial dowager's personal palace maid, Huixiang. She pushed her away, kicked her a few times, and then furiously shouted.

  "It's really a bit lacking in the demeanor of a princess, Miss will make a bet with you, I don't know if you dare or not." Leng Ziyue lightly pursed her vermilion lips, her eyes sparkling.

  "What qualifications do you have to gamble with me, the princess?" Princess Zijin glared at Leng Ziyue, she didn't like others looking at her with that disdainful gaze, not one bit.

  The fiery skirt trailed on the ground, and the delicate long boots were completely hidden under the hem. The same-colored rolling edge cloak drew a beautiful arc. Leng Ziyue stood up, her eyes meeting with Princess Zijin in mid-air, one high and one low, but it was clear that Princess Zijin had no way to compare with Leng Ziyue in terms of momentum.

  Just one glance and it weakened.

  "This princess is betting her life with you." The long cloud sleeve fluttered lightly, and Leng Zixue continued to say: "If your dance can make this young lady smile, then this young lady will fulfill her promise and play a tune here. If it attracts hundreds of birds singing in unison, hundreds of flowers blooming together, and groups of butterflies dancing together, the princess will behead herself at the main palace gate tomorrow at noon; if not, this young lady will kill herself to apologize, how about that?"

  Her long eyelashes quivered gently in the cold wind, like a small fan softly sweeping across her eyes. Her slightly lowered gaze fell into a pair of warm and gentle ink pupils, which was complete trust.

  He unconditionally believed she would win, without a shred of doubt.

  Leng Xueyu smiled, like a thousand trees and countless pear blossoms bursting into bloom in an instant. The white, fragrant petals were filled with her touching, pure smile, beautiful as a dream.

  I really don't understand where his confidence comes from.

  Princess Zi Jing looked at Leng Zhi Yue, not understanding what game she was playing.

  The stifling gasps rose and fell, the unending echoes ringing in one's ears, every single person's facial expression was incredibly vivid, completely indescribable with pen and ink.

  In the cold winter, where did the hundred birds come from? Where did the hundred flowers come from? And where did the butterflies come from?

  Leng Xueyu's actions are undoubtedly a dead end, she must have gone mad.

  "Alright, Miss Leng, please remember your promise and don't go back on your word. I believe in my princess, a little dance won't be difficult for her. Not to mention making you laugh, even if it's making everyone laugh, it's doable." As soon as the Empress Dowager finished speaking, she indirectly confirmed the effectiveness of the bet between her and Princess Zijin.

  "Mother..." Princess Zijin opened her mouth, but was immediately shut down by the empress dowager's glare. She hadn't expected that her own birth mother would actually be willing to use her as a bargaining chip.

  Although she also felt that those things in the cold winter didn't exist at all, yet her heart was chilled.

  "Zi Jing, the Empress Dowager believes in your abilities." The Empress Dowager turned her eyes away, she had arranged so many plans to secretly kill Leng Ziyue, but unfortunately, she couldn't openly and brazenly kill her. The wager she proposed just gave her an opportunity, how could she not grasp it tightly?

  There is an essential difference between murder and suicide, and when asked at that time, it can also be easily brought up in one sentence.

  "Your Highness, you'd better prepare yourself well and think about how to dance to amuse me, otherwise, everything that follows will be gone." Cold Ziyue's bright eyes gazed at the mother and son who had already grown estranged from each other, with a hint of a smile.

  Empress Dowager, you want my life? I'll make sure you're abandoned by everyone first.

  Her goal was never to take the life of Princess Ziying, but to expose the true face of the Empress Dowager to the public, paving the way for the future.

  "Hmph—" Princess Zijin let out a cold, long hum and turned to leave.

  Xiao Huanghou's forehead was sweating, her heart becoming increasingly uneasy, as if something was about to happen. Under the pressure of the Empress Dowager, she had no choice but to speak up: "Let Princess Zijin go and prepare her dance attire, we can't leave the stage empty. The other two young ladies from the Zhongjun Houfu will also come on stage to perform."

  Leng Feng Ling and Leng Jin Ling both trembled all over, at this moment, neither of them wanted to go on stage.

  Driven by their intuition as women, they sensed danger and just wanted to hide.

  "Aren't you trying to show off? You'd better seize the opportunity." Leng Ziyue poured a cup of wine, lightly placed it at her nose, and carefully smelled the aroma.

  The few flies in the Zhongjun Houfu were also taken away by her today, cutting off all of Leng Qing's hopes.

  He wants power, but she just makes him useless, and they spend the rest of their lives in misery.

  "Fourth sister, how can you...?" Looking at the already-on-stage Cold Wind Bell, Cold Golden Bell's eyes were brimming with tears as she gazed longingly at Cold Zhi Yue, but unfortunately, from those calm and peaceful phoenix-like eyes, she couldn't see anything.

  "It's always said that one should speak half and leave half, but it's not a good habit." He slightly raised his eyelids and coldly gazed at Qing Feng Ling who was painting on the stage. Seeing her skilled movements, taking ink and lifting her brush, it was clear that her painting skills were not ordinary.

  In her memory, none of her three half-sisters were mediocre, each had their own strengths.

  Leng Fengling is skilled at painting and excels at copying.

  Skilled in chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, but piano is played the best.

  Ling'er was a master of the pipa, but she had never performed in front of people before. The world only knew that her embroidery skills were top-notch, and even the best embroiderers in the imperial palace couldn't match her standards.

  Leng Xueyu knew about Leng Jinchai's secret dance, but it was actually an unintentional glance. As a child, she had always been very envious of her.

  "Come on, give a reward, it's painted quite well." Jiang Guifei said with her jade hand supporting her cheek, looking rather bored.

  Sitting here can't do anything, it's better to stay in the palace with the emperor, maybe she can still say something and get some benefits.

  "Thank you, Imperial Concubine." Cold Wind Chime finished her courtesy and retreated from the stage with respect.

  On the other hand, everyone only saw that dazzling red-clothed woman stumbling towards the high platform, her stunningly beautiful face flushed with a hint of red, her snowy skin slightly exposed, making one involuntarily take a deep breath.

  Leng Xue stepped forward, her slender figure swaying slightly with each step. The cold wind lifted her long hair, gently brushing against her delicate face, and her slightly narrowed phoenix eyes, curled up at the corners, seemed to tease everyone's heart. Her small pink tongue darted out, lightly licking her red lips, exuding an extreme sensuality that was irresistible to all who beheld her.

  Any normal man who witnesses this scene, his body will naturally react, a certain part of him will stand up obediently, eager to hold her in his arms.

  In a daze, Leng Xueyu revealed a silly shallow smile, her captivating dimples fell into the eyes of the crowd, enchanting and charming, her beauty was naturally born.

  Even standing there motionless, just a faint smile, can make men go crazy.

  "What does she want to do?" Baili Hongfeng's face turned black, he sat stiffly in the chair, pulling his cloak to cover his body symbolically.

  Never has a woman made him stand up straight just by looking at her, without even touching her. Leng Ziyue, you're indeed a seductress, too alluring.

  His face flushed slightly, his body somewhat uncomfortable, he was also a normal man, it would be impossible not to react, a hint of embarrassment flashed in his dark eyes, fleeting.

  He clenched his right fist and pressed it against his lips, clearing his throat softly, saying, "She's drunk."

  "How can I hold onto her?" Baili Changqing lowered his head, no longer daring to look at Leng Ziyue's enchanting and alluring appearance, he saw that she had drunk a lot of wine.

  If she hadn't been drunk, her behavior wouldn't have been so abnormal.

  Moreover, she's drunk, how can they proceed with the bet? He was familiar with the Empress Dowager's methods and feared that she would take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of her once and for all.

  Her dazed eyes stared straight at the empress dowager, her mouth curled up as she spoke in a soft voice: "Where is the restroom? I need to use it, where is it?"

  Her body swayed again, her crooked and tilted figure standing unsteadily, taking a step to the left and then to the right. Leng Xueyao shook her head, feeling dizzy.

  The time for a cup of tea has passed, and no one responded.

  "Miss wants to go to the toilet, is there anyone who can take Miss there?" The soft and sweet voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, making Qing Zhiyue scream.

  How could she have forgotten? The ancients didn't understand what a toilet was; they only knew of outhouses.

  The empress dowager noticed Leng Ziyue's strange behavior, she indeed drank a lot of wine, but only she knew that it was the medicine in the wine that took effect. The red flush on her face wasn't a symptom of intoxication, but a symptom of poisoning.

  "Chrysanthemum fragrance, Miss Leng has had too much to drink. Take her to the restroom and be careful with her. Later, Princess Zijin will come out and we still need to perform." She waved her hand, signaling the attendants beside her to go and support her.

  All the wine she drank was tampered with, and it was unknown what effect the mixed medicine would have. The Empress Dowager thought she was very excited, and she looked forward to all that would happen next.

  Leng Xueyu pushed away the palace maid, Ju Xiang, and stumbled backward several steps. She blinked her eyes that were still half-closed and said in a spoiled tone: "I can walk myself, no need for you to...no need for you to support me..."

  A voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear clearly, inadvertently created a scene where she seemed drunk.

  Chrysanthemum fragrance got up from the ground, rubbed her possibly bruised arm, and was shocked to realize that she had no idea how strong a drunk person's strength could be.

  It occurred to her that Leng Xiu Yue's wine might have been problematic, perhaps due to the onset of its medicinal effects, which was why she had such great strength to push her away.

  "Miss Leng, be careful on your way, I'll take you to the restroom. Who else would you rather offend? Why did you have to offend Empress Dowager? You're deliberately looking for trouble, don't blame me if anything happens, I'm just a servant, I can't control anyone."

  Chrysanthemum fragrance whispered to herself in her heart, she just followed orders and didn't care about anything else.

  "Uh...!" Leng Xueyue covered her mouth as if she was about to vomit, and quickly ran out of the deserted alley.

  With everyone's prolonged gaze behind her, Ju Xiang hastily ran out in a fluster.

  After a while, Xia Hua and Dong Xue stepped forward, looking at the Empress Dowager and said: "Your Majesty, we slaves want to follow and take care of Miss, one person may not be able to take care of her."

  As soon as the words fell, their eyes turned to Regent Situ Wushuang, seeking help from him.

  "A drunk person, one is really unable to take care of herself, it's better to let her two personal maids follow and serve her." Situ Wushuang's dark eyes were deep and mysterious, he was getting more and more confused, what trick was Leng Ziyue playing now.

  "Alright." The Empress Dowager lowered her eyes, and since Shi Tu had already said it to this extent, did she still have any room to say 'no'? Jing Xiang had taken Cong Zi Yue away for some time now, and presumably everything was arranged, making her worries unnecessary.

  "Thank you, Empress Dowager." The two of them finished speaking and ran out quickly along the small path.

  At this time, small snowflakes floated in the sky like splashed ink, fluttering and falling, the cold wind rose, as if it was raining lightly, hazy and distant, beautifully profound.

  "Your Highness, shall I go and take a look? I'm afraid..." Lu Hu didn't know why he unconsciously wanted to care about Leng Ziyue's safety.

  He couldn't understand why it was all attributed to her saving the princess, as a close subordinate of the king, he should naturally care about her.

  "No need, I believe she has her own plans." Although Situ Wusuo had not been with Leng Ziyue for a long time, there was one thing he could be sure of - she would never fight without preparation.

  Daring to attend someone else's carefully prepared feast, she didn't come rashly, but her thoughts were too deep, even he couldn't see through them.

  "The words of the king are polite, Miss Leng is not so easily calculated by others." Qin Jin admired Cold Ziyue's wisdom and strategy, she was the first woman he had taken a liking to besides his own family's king.

  The Regent's Consort Wu Yang can only be said to be respected.

  "Hmm." Lu Hu shrugged his shoulders. Since both Wang Ye and Qin Jin said so, he would just obediently wait.

  The scene of that day when I followed Leng Ziyue to the Ling Wang Fu, dismantling the new house and chopping the joyful bed, only she could think of it.

  Such a magnificent woman can be even more dazzling.

  Baili Chenyuan flashed out of the banquet hall, he believed that Leng Ziyue wouldn't let anything happen to him, but he still couldn't control his own actions, unless he saw with his own eyes that she was safe and sound, otherwise, how could he put down the heart that had been lifted up.

  The black robe fluttered lightly, making several swift leaps like lightning in the air, and wouldn't attract anyone's attention at night. After searching everywhere, she couldn't find the person she had been thinking of, and began to feel anxious.

  "Xiao Yue'er, you'd better be good, actually daring to show such a cute side for others to see. Let me punish you." Baili Chenyuan carefully searched while softly muttering to himself.

  That lovely her, only he could see, no one knows that those people's greedy eyes fell on Leng Ziyue's body, he crazily wanted to kill them all, even if not killing them, also want to dig out their eyes.

  Dare them to covet his woman.

  Just when he was about to lose his patience, he finally heard a familiar voice. In an instant, all his anger disappeared, leaving only deep concern.

  "What should we do now, miss?" Dongxue's voice was cold, and she wouldn't let anyone who wanted to harm the young master get away.

  "This play was carefully prepared for me by them, and it would be a pity to miss it." Lan Ziyue blinked her eyes, gesturing for Dongxue to lower her head and whisper in her ear.

  After understanding the meaning of winter snow, the evil nodding head, using his own way to govern his own body, couldn't be better.

  "Winter snow, actions should be neat and tidy, do you know?" Taking a deep breath, she had indeed drunk a bit too much tonight, her head was spinning, and she really wanted to sleep.

  Baili Chunxuan said one thing right, that is she's not suitable for drinking alcohol, one drink and she'll definitely get drunk.

  "Yes, miss." After finishing speaking, she quickly left the scene and went on to complete her task.

  Xia Hua pouted and said discontentedly: "Miss, what am I supposed to do?"

  "You also have something to do, before Winter Snow returns, take care of her and put on a good show in front of her, got it?" Leng Ziyue instructed in a low voice.

  In her past life, she was not good at acting, who would have known, in this life, she is naturally talented.

  "Hehe, I know what to do?" Xia Hua smiled slyly with a mischievous grin.

  Until only she was left on the edge of the fake mountain, she weakly opened her mouth and said: "Come out." She let out a long yawn and shook her head violently, she really felt dizzy.

  "Xiao Yue'er, you are really not gentle." Bai Li Chen Yun walked out from behind the fake mountain, small snowflakes falling on his hair, as if wearing a layer of dew.

  With a strong arm stretched out, he pulled Leng Ziyue into his own arms, looking at her wearing the cloak he had given her, his eyes became even more gentle and indulgent.

  Leng Xueyu slightly opened her eyes, her small face rubbed against his chest, feeling warm and cozy. She wanted to lean in for a while, just for a little while, "You look great wearing black clothes too, your face can't be like this."

  That tone was one hundred percent affirmative, and it elicited a faint smile from Baili Chunyuan.

  Faintly cool fingertips lightly touched his own dull and unremarkable face. In order to stay by her side, he could only put on a human skin mask, just in case.