Ouyang Yaoyi smiled joyously and said, "Father, I'm willing to perform."

"Alright. Yi'Er you shall perform next."

Ouyang Yaoyi had already changed into another outfit during Ouyang Xiangmei's performance. It was a red robe which tightly wrapped around her breasts and waist. The cutting of her dress accentuated her figure and her fine hair was wrapped loosely into a bun with a red flower. She looked completely charming from her very bones.

Ouyang Yaoyi glanced at the other ladies in annoyance.

Then, she walked out with a gentle and graceful look on her face, and arched her body.

In an instant, she drew the attention of everyone in the great hall.

Liu Rushuang heard the sound of a man gulping, and couldn't help but look up at Han Moze.

She wanted to know what kind of reaction such an egotistical tyrant would have to such a captivating woman.

Who knew that just when she turned her head, she would immediately meet Han Moze's gaze.

All of a sudden, she turned away uncomfortably like she had become increasingly bored to look at.

For a moment, Han Moze's gaze lit up, as he finally waited for the beautiful woman to look back at him again.

However, when he saw Liu Rushuang's face had turned cold, his mood worsened.

As for Ouyang Yaoyi in the center of the hall, he didn't even bother to look at her.

The Empress looked at her own daughter and affectionately said, "Yi'Er, dance your favourite routine and that'll be just fine."

Ouyang Yaoyi knew that her favourite dance was also the one she was best at.

"Yes, mother," she said with her lowered gaze and sweet voice.

With that said, Ouyang Yaoyi moved gracefully with the beat of the guqin.

She swayed her delicate waist and limbs slowly, lightly, and graciously as if she had no bones.

As she danced, she placed the long sleeves upon her chest and casted flirtatious glances at Han Moze.

...

After the song ended, everyone clapped and cheered that the performance was good.

The Empress beamed with joy.

She turned her head, then elegantly and kindly asked Han Moze, "What did the Emperor of Beiming think of the performance?"

Han Moze looked back again and noticed Ouyang Yaoyi's exposed breasts in her red outfit, then furrowed his brows in disgust.

Thereafter, he turned to look at the Empress and spoke with a clear but dull voice. "Satisfactory."

The Empress squinted slightly and replied with a chilling voice. "And what does your majesty find unsatisfactory about this performance?"

Yeah! What was wrong with it?

Many state officials in the great hall stared at Han Moze with interrogative glares.

Han Moze raised his brows and checked out Ouyang Yaoyi's tightly bound breasts and her skinny frame. Then, he exclaimed, "Her figure is satisfactory," in a dull voice,

The Empress looked at her daughter's skinny figure and small breasts from being a picky eater.

"So the Emperor of Beiming likes women with ample features," she said in a flat and deep voice.

"But of course!" Replied Han Moze as he tapped his fingers upon the table.

Ouyang Xiu glared at Han Moze with a colder, more sullen gaze. "Who's next to perform?" He asked eerily.

Ouyang Yaoyi stared at her own humble breasts with rage in her eyes.

It's all the chefs' faults. The food they bring out were so disgusting, she couldn't eat it which was why she became so skinny.

When she gets back, she'll definitely punish them severely and kick them out.

With that, she headed back to her seat in anger.

The Emperor, empress, and imperial concubines at the seat of honor no longer looked in good spirits but seemed quite moody.

...

Following this, seven to eight other ladies performed. However, Han Moze only ended up either left comments like, they were 'alright', 'satisfactory', or 'not bad'.

The expressions on the people of Nanli had become unsightly.

The Emperor of Beiming must hate Nanli talent!

No matter how perfect the performance was, he would always find something to pick on. If he was so great, then he should have gone up and performed!

Han Moze felt the hostile gazes all around him but he didn't care in the slightest.

Instead, his eyes were transfixed upon Liu Rushuang. He hoped that Liu Rushuang would glance back at him again.

However, Liu Rushuang never willingly looked at him!

No one else stepped up to perform.

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

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

Then, he looked over at Liu Rushuang. "Princess Changping, it's your turn," he said with a dull voice.

Liu 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.

She 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.

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

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

How truly embarrassing!

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

He turned his head and flatly spoke to the empress. "My empress, choose a talent and we'll go with that one!"

The empress thought about it with ominous eyes and smirked coldly. "Give us a little dance!"

She was still upset by the Emperor of Beiming's comments about her daughter's performance.

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

With that thought, her cold smirk deepened.

Liu 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.

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

Soon enough, the music played.

Liu 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.

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

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

She 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.

Her 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.

The 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.

Her beauty made people drunk!

...

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

Truly beautiful! It was too beautiful!

How did this fool become so good at dancing?

Han Moze's gaze glistened as he watched Liu Rushuang.

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

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

This was what her own mother taught her.

Who 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.

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

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

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

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

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

Although she looked ordinary, her dance was truly amazing!

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

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

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

...

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

"Good! Great!" Exclaimed Han Moze as he immediately started applauding.

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

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

Didn't the rumors say that the Third Young Miss of the Liu family was a fool?

But how could a fool dance such an outstanding dance?

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

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

That fool was actually... incredible?!

This must be a dream! It must be!