Performing in front of the emperor

  Her face was stunned, she didn't know who it referred to. The brow beside her was still kneeling and hadn't moved. She thought for a moment, the brow had been following Pan Yueyang for over a year, maybe he had already seen this old general, then he must be referring to himself.

  She stood up calmly, her face met Pan Zhongtian's, and she smiled slightly.

  "Hum! A seductive face!" Pan Zhongtian saw a pink complexion, like a large butterfly.

  "Yes, General is absolutely right." Yan's heart was already set on seeking death, what else was there to fear?

  "Father." Pan Yu Yang deeply knew that her father had a bad impression of beautiful women.

  "Ah, General Pan, I must say that I quite appreciate this son of yours." Emperor Jing saw the awkward atmosphere and hastily came out to mediate, after all, this grand banquet was just a prelude to his treasured plan.

  "Get up."

  Mei got up and pulled Yan back to her seat, Yan gave Mei a grateful smile, it was only then that she truly understood this woman. Unlike those concubines in the wealthy households who wished others dead, Yan also deeply felt this kind of struggle, just like her own second aunt, whose expression had been when she first got married.

  Mei has her own beauty and pride, she never competes or rushes, Pan Yu Yang used to be with herself every day, Mei never disturbed her, such a woman, really makes Yan Er look at her in a new light.

  Pan Yu Yang patted the back of Yan's hand, Yan withdrew her thoughts and quickly pulled her hand back. This action must have annoyed Pan Yu Yang, but she couldn't care less.

  "Yu Yang, because today is your birthday, my third princess has even prepared a special program for you." The emperor smiled and looked at him.

  "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Third Princess." Pan Yu Yang replied politely.

  These words made Pan Zhongtian laugh even more deeply, his son was truly a dragon and phoenix among men!

  At this moment, the music started again, but it was no longer the gentle and smooth melody of before. Instead, it was a tune with an exotic style that made people wonder what it was. Everyone began to listen carefully, and suddenly a group of dancers rushed to the center. Amidst the crowd of dancers, a flash of yellow appeared for an instant, only to be hidden again among the dancers. In an instant, the dancers dispersed, and a woman in a light yellow gauze dress emerged, swaying seductively to the music. As soon as she appeared, her stunning dance moves captivated everyone in the hall. She began with a twist, then suddenly bent down, her full figure falling into Pan Yueyang's eyes. Yes, this woman was dancing only for Pan Yueyang's table.

  When the music ended, everyone was reluctant to part with it and even forgot to applaud.

  "Haha, this is my beloved daughter - Orlan." Emperor Jing looked at the people in the scene who were all praising his daughter, and he was even more delighted.

  "It's indeed a natural talent, elegant and poised." Even Pan Zhongtian couldn't help but praise Orlane excessively.

  The faces of these people are unknown whether they are also flattering, the dance is beautiful, but it's a bit too much to describe as elegant and generous.

  Before everyone could calm down from the excitement, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and the crowd gradually fell silent, unsure if it was a trick. Pan Zhongtian cautiously blocked Emperor Jing's path, but Emperor Jing just smiled brightly, showing no fear at all.

  At this time, the main hall suddenly lit up in the center, and it was clear that a woman had appeared. Pan Zhongtian put down his guard and sat back calmly.

  The woman covered her face with a light gauze, and the water-blue simple dress could not hide her elegant and luxurious temperament. The woman made a slight bow, pulled out the flute behind her back, and played a melody.

  The Nine Songs: gentle and melodious, deeply entering the heart of flowers, stirring people's hearts.

  The short melody came to an end, and someone sighed: "Three whistles of flute, plum blossoms shattered."

  "Haha, this is my adopted daughter, named Qianxue. How are you all, my dear officials? Qianxue is indeed the treasure of my heart." Emperor Jing intentionally elevated Mu Qianxue's status, making her hold her head even higher like a swan.

  Pan Zhongtian nodded repeatedly, he even liked these two daughters-in-law, and looked at Pan Yuanyang with eyes full of praise.

  Pan Yu Yang just smiled slightly, as for tonight's dinner party he knew more than anyone else in his heart, it was just the beginning of sacrificing himself.

  "By the way, Yueyang, today both of my beloved daughters performed. Were you satisfied?" Emperor Jing looked at Pan Yueyang with a discerning eye.

  "I am terrified, both princesses are talented and beautiful."

  "Haha, that's good, you're satisfied, why not let Pan Yu Yang's two concubines perform together too? Wouldn't it be lively?" Emperor Jing looked at the two beauties beside Pan Yu Yang, his own daughter had performed, could these two lowly people just watch and not participate?

  Pan Yu Yang did not speak, and Yan'er made a curtsy and walked out: "This humble servant is dull-witted, having seen the two princesses' talents, I naturally feel that my own talent is not worthy of comparison. Everyone present is a superior person, if you don't mind, this servant will play a tune." After speaking, the maid brought over an ancient zither.

  Yin'er sat down on the ground with her guqin, gently stroking the silk strings. A soft and gentle melody filled the grand hall, and this casual playing style even more revealed Yin'er's elegance. She was a woman of simple yet refined attire, sitting on the ground to play the zither, just like finding an immortal in the mortal world. Yin'er played the ancient myth "Shan Hai Jing", her eyes closed, lost in her own world.

  The melody is like a gentle sound, echoing in the sky, like fine rain hitting banana leaves. From afar, it's silent, but listening carefully, it's still by your ear. It's like bidding farewell to a loved one, seeing only their back as they walk further and further away, until even their shadow can't be grasped. All that's left is to wish them well in heart, even if you can't be together side by side.

  After the song, Yan'er stood up and bowed to retreat back to her seat. The crowd was still savoring the moment with their eyes closed, even Pan Zhongtian, an old conservative, couldn't help but admire Yan'er's incredible talent as a small servant girl.

  "It's indeed just like a person, ah." Zhen Di was still savoring the tune for a long time, and even with his eyes closed, it was still the image of this white-clad fairy playing the zither under the peony tree that appeared before him. Beautiful!

  "The emperor is overpraising, it's just the humble concubine showing her ugliness." Pan Yu Yang smiled humbly, and indeed, Zhen'er had surpassed the two in front.

  "Oh, and there's another one, Moon Sun, you're really blessed with good fortune, aren't you? Both of these women are stunningly beautiful. This woman in white is like a heavenly being descended to earth, fresh and elegant, untouched by the mundane world. And this red-clad young lady is even more breathtakingly beautiful, a true marvel. Emperor Jing had been secretly sizing up the two women since Pan Moon Sun brought them in, each with their own unique style but equally stunning looks. As an emperor, why didn't he have such exceptional women by his side?"

  "Your Majesty, I haven't prepared any special skills." Yan'er stood up, her face cold.

  As soon as Yan'er's words fell, the great hall suddenly became quiet, with every pair of eyes staring tightly at Yan'er. Pan Zhongtian had always looked down on this enchanting woman, and now that she was speaking wildly, he was even more furious.

  Di glared at her face, this is a great disrespect to the royal family! Even if this woman was beautiful, she couldn't be superior to him, the emperor!

  Looking at the already angry Emperor Xuan, Pan Yueyang hastily stood up: "Your Majesty, I am pregnant for several months and was unable to prepare my skills in time, please forgive me!"

  These words shocked several people present, who were pregnant? Everyone knows that the princess is about to marry into the Pan family. At this time, Pan Yueyang said that his concubine had been pregnant for several months?! This legitimate son can only be born by the first wife.

  "Nonsense!" Pan Zhongtian slammed his fist on the table in anger.

  "Yes, I know I was wrong." Pan Yu Yang replied calmly, though she said so, she didn't show any sign of fear towards Pan Zhong Tian.

  "Summon the imperial physician." Emperor Jing's face sank.

  She smiled and looked at them, what's surprising about being pregnant? She was bullied by Pan Yueyang first, how did she become the one who seduced the General now? If it wasn't for Cen'er holding her back, she would have already fought with the Emperor.

  The imperial physician arrived at the grand hall with trepidation, wondering why he was suddenly summoned when it wasn't a night banquet. Could there be an assassin?

  "Go take a look." Zhen Di's face sank.

  "Yes." When the imperial physician rushed in the direction Emperor Xuan pointed, he faced two women and was somewhat stunned. Yan'er smiled and stretched out her wrist.

  "Report to Your Majesty, this person's body is weak and frail, with insufficient energy and blood. Moreover, she is three and a half months pregnant." The imperial physician reported truthfully.

  "Alright, go down." Emperor Jing waved his hand, and the atmosphere in the grand hall fell into an awkward silence again.

  "Your Majesty! Even if this humble servant is pregnant, it cannot affect the dignity of the imperial court, let alone perform!" Pan Zhongtian glared at his son with anger.

  "What General Pan said is absolutely right." The ministers present all echoed in agreement. Alas, this was originally a dispute between imperial relatives, and yet they still needed these officials to help speak up for them.

  "You!" Pan Zhongtian pointed at Yan Er: "You must perform!"

  Her face was stunned by Pan Zhongtian's aura, and she originally wanted to die, but unexpectedly her own Taoism was too shallow, and a Pan Zhongtian made her tremble with fear.

  "Face, don't be reckless." Jing'er pulled her sleeve.

  "Your Majesty, actually we were prepared, but seeing the two princesses so elegant and talented, I was afraid to come forward and make a fool of myself." Yan'er suddenly pulled Qian'er forward, kneeling on the carpet to plead for her.

  Her face turned to look at Mei, if she really didn't do anything, begging for death would be fine, but it's unjust to drag Mei down with her. She shouldn't have done that. Smiling, she followed Mei's words and went: "The emperor's humble servant will now make a fool of herself in front of all the ministers."

  "Mei'er, would you play a tune for me?" Yan'er thought that Mei'er was the only one who could do it at this time.

  "Good, what tune do you want?" Yan'er had already begun to strum the zither.

  "Just follow my dance freely." Yan'er believed that Mei'er would definitely do well, because she had seen Mei'er's piano skills today.

  The originally quiet grand hall began to murmur in low voices, "Is she going to dance spontaneously?" This piece of music had not been decided upon, the dance had not been rehearsed, yet she dared to dance in front of the hall. Who knows if this woman truly has some skill or is just trying to make up the numbers?

  Mei nodded and began to play a gentle and soothing melody on the guqin, waiting for Yan to start dancing so she could accompany her with music.

  Her eyes took a glance at Pan Yueyang, this person loved deeply and dearly... and slowly began to sing.

  Still remember in the misty rain your eyes with a hint of pity

  I see you off and you dress my hair in a bun for me

  In turbulent times, I was unable to be with you

  Only see you in the city wall with beauty like a flower

  The peach blossoms and green willows by the riverbank are like you and me in those years

  Now your tender gaze falls on her forehead

  The silk and bamboo instruments play a long melody of nostalgia

  The music ends and I shed a few tears

  The lamp of the past life is faint, who is playing the music of the soul?

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