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Seeing Nangong Junxi's sulky face, Le Yao Yao's smile only deepened.
She stepped forward slightly and said to Nangong Junxi, "Seventh Prince, today the Empress Dowager was absolutely delighted with the play I wrote!" Her eyes sparkled with joy.
Le Yao Yao's lips curved into a smile, her beautiful eyes crinkling with delight. Even her brows were raised in a proud manner, resembling a cute and smug little kitten, which was quite endearing.
Knowing that Le Yao Yao was referring to the bet from that day, Nangong Junxi's handsome face froze for a moment. He then waved his hand dismissively and said, "I know, it's just one hundred taels of silver! You little money grubber, the Empress Dowager has already rewarded you so generously; how can you still be thinking about such a small amount?"
"Oh, that one hundred taels of silver may be a small sum for the Seventh Prince, but for me, it’s a fortune! After I leave the palace, I will have to rely on this money for the rest of my life!"
Le Yao Yao was always straightforward and spoke her mind without hesitation.
However, upon hearing her words, Nangong Junxi was taken aback. The smile that had been on his face vanished instantly, and he shot Le Yao Yao a dark look filled with displeasure.
Feeling the sudden shift in atmosphere, Le Yao Yao's scalp tingled with unease. She thought to herself, Oh no, the living hell is angry again...
It was all her fault for speaking her mind. But she couldn't help it; given her current situation, every day spent in the palace made her anxious about being discovered as a woman and facing severe punishment—perhaps even losing her head.
Therefore, leaving the palace was essential; it was just a matter of time.
However, she was still working at Duke Rui's Residence and had mentioned leaving in front of her master. Anyone else would surely be upset too!
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Le Yao Yao felt increasingly uncomfortable under Nangong Junxi's piercing gaze. She lowered her little face, unable to bear looking at his expression any longer.
At that moment, his expression was truly terrifying.
In the previous moment, he had smiled at her like a gentle spring breeze, leaving her mesmerized. Yet in the next instant, his expression darkened, sending a chill of fear through her.
Indeed, the saying that the King of Hell is capricious was no exaggeration!
As Le Yao Yao pondered this, a melodious sound of a guqin suddenly filled the air.
Hearing this, Le Yao Yao immediately lifted her little face and turned her beautiful eyes toward the source of the sound.
In the center of Dragon Hall, accompanied by the enchanting music, a group of dancers clad in green veils were gracefully performing.
It was evident that these dancers were well-trained; their movements were synchronized, and their green silk skirts fluttered as they danced, evoking images of verdant lotus leaves in the scorching summer sun, refreshing to behold.
However, despite the beautiful music and impressive dance, there was an elusive quality that left something to be desired.
Just as Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, the originally delightful guqin melody suddenly shifted. In an instant, a crimson figure descended from above.
The fiery red of her attire swirled around her as she floated down gracefully, her skirt billowing like a blooming red rose amidst the lush green grass—a striking presence!
The appearance of the Red-Dressed Woman and her unique entrance left everyone in awe and admiration.
This woman was enveloped in a crimson veil and silk skirt that hugged her curves perfectly, showcasing her alluring figure.
The sleeves and hem of her skirt were wide and flowing, adorned with golden embroidery. As she danced elegantly, her delicate form twirled and spun, with the veil fluttering in the wind, enhancing her captivating charm.
In contrast to the crimson fabric she wore, her skin was exceptionally fair. Her slender hands resembled snow as they waved gracefully; the long sleeves of crimson fabric traced beautiful arcs in the air with each movement.
Her long black hair seemed to dance along with her as well, cascading beautifully.
In that moment, it was hard to tell whether it was the woman's dance or her stunning figure that captivated everyone present.
As one looked up along the woman's graceful figure, they saw her face obscured by a red veil, rendering her features hidden from view.
Yet, the more concealed she was, the more it stirred curiosity within.
Especially when one caught sight of her alluring eyes, sparkling like water, captivating and enchanting.
Just those eyes alone were enough to mesmerize anyone, hinting at the beauty that lay beneath the veil.
Not only did it affect those present, but even Le Yao Yao, a woman herself, felt a twinge of curiosity. She longed to step forward and tear away the veil to glimpse the woman's true appearance!
However, just as Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, she noticed that the red-dressed woman's enchanting gaze frequently landed on someone in particular. Those beautiful eyes sparkled with an allure that made one wonder who she was trying to captivate.
Le Yao Yao's curiosity piqued; she followed the red-dressed woman's gaze and found it resting on a nobleman clad in a purple python robe standing before her. The sight made her gasp.
It was him!?
The Living Hell!
Realizing that the red-dressed woman's attention was fixed on the Living Hell sent a shock through Le Yao Yao.
After all, the way her mesmerizing eyes lingered on him clearly indicated an interest.
This left Le Yao Yao bewildered.
In the entire Celestial Yuan Dynasty, everyone knew that the Living Hell was known for his brutality and cold-heartedness, killing without remorse and harboring a deep disdain for women.
Although many women felt their hearts race upon seeing him for the first time, once they learned he was the fearsome Living Hell, they would flee as if from a venomous snake.
But why did this red-dressed woman keep casting flirtatious glances at him?
Did she not know the identity of the Living Yama!?
The likelihood of that was slim. After all, even as a dancer, just by observing the seating arrangement of everyone present, she could discern their identities.
The Current Emperor naturally occupied the high Dragon Throne. The Queen sat to his left, while the Empress Dowager was positioned to his lower right.
The rest were the Emperor's favored concubines, and below them sat the Living Yama. Following him were other important ministers of the Celestial Yuan Dynasty.
Thus, this Red-Dressed Woman must have known the identity of the Living Yama. Yet, she still flirted with him; surely, she had taken a liking to him!?
At this thought, Le Yao Yao's beautiful eyes involuntarily shifted to the Living Yama before her.
He was probably still angry about what she had said earlier.
After all, since that moment, his expression had been dark and brooding.
Though he hadn’t spoken, his gloomy face, cold eyes devoid of warmth, and tightly pressed lips made it clear that he was still upset—and deeply so!
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but pout her small mouth in frustration.
Why was the Living Yama being so petty? What exactly was he angry about!?
She had merely mentioned leaving the Wangfu; it was something that would happen sooner or later. Besides, didn’t he dislike her now? Wouldn’t he be happy if she left!?
Or perhaps deep down, he actually cared about her a little? Was that why he was so angry upon hearing her mention leaving in the future!?
At this point, Le Yao Yao couldn’t help but feel a bit delighted.
Especially when she noticed that despite the Red-Dressed Woman frequently throwing flirtatious glances at the Living Yama, he remained unmoved and didn’t even spare her a glance. This made Le Yao Yao feel quite pleased.
After all, although he had never seen the woman's true face, just her outstanding dance and captivating, enchanting eyes would have made any other man, if showered with her flirtatious glances, feel utterly enchanted and overwhelmed.
Le Yao Yao thought to herself as the beautiful melody came to an end, and the Red-Dressed Woman gracefully concluded her performance with a final leap.
In an instant, the Dragon Hall erupted with thunderous applause. Everyone was cheering and praising the dance they had just witnessed. Even the emperor on his throne looked delighted.
"Wonderful, wonderful! This is the best dance I have ever seen!"
Leng Zihao laughed heartily.
His striking phoenix eyes never left the Red-Dressed Woman's face, and he soon voiced what everyone was thinking.
"Remove your veil and let me see your true face."
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, the Red-Dressed Woman lightly nodded. With a graceful motion, her jade-like hand lifted the red veil from her face.
As the red veil fell away, everyone present was taken aback in astonishment, gasps echoing throughout the hall. Their gazes toward the Red-Dressed Woman were filled with awe.
She possessed a breathtakingly beautiful face!
Her skin glimmered like pearls, her willow-like brows were ethereal, and her ruby lips were enticing.
What captivated them most were her mesmerizing, enchanting eyes.
With a slight upward tilt, her beautiful eyes sparkled with charm and allure.
When Le Yao Yao finally beheld the woman's true appearance, she too was genuinely stunned by her beauty.
In her heart, Le Yao Yao thought, the Sultan has been reincarnated, and it must be like this!
This woman is far too enchanting and captivating!
If she were to cast a flirtatious glance, not only would men be affected, but even this woman herself would likely feel weak in the knees!
As Le Yao Yao pondered this, she noticed the Current Emperor gazing at the Red-Dressed Woman's stunning beauty. He was initially taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. However, his brows furrowed slightly as if he recalled something, and he asked with a hint of confusion.
"You look so familiar, could you be... Nian Sulan's cousin?"
"In response to Your Majesty, I am indeed Nian Sulan. Su Lan pays her respects to Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor, long live the Empress, long live the Empress Dowager..."
As Nian Sulan spoke, the Empress Dowager was already grinning from ear to ear. After Nian Sulan performed her greeting, she immediately waved her hand at Nian Sulan with joy and affection, laughing heartily.
"Come here, Lan'er! I've missed you so much; let me have a good look at you."
"Alright, Aunt."
Hearing the Empress Dowager's words, Nian Sulan's red lips curved into a delicate smile. Her voice was melodious and soft, carrying a hint of charm that would make not just men but even women feel weak in the knees upon hearing it.
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