usatvline Chapter 157 Tang Xiyue's Dance Is Ignored (Edited)
Chapter 157 Tang Xiyue's Dance Is Ignored (Edited)
"The Emperor has arrived! The Empress Dowager and the Imperial Concubine have arrived!"
When everyone heard this, they all stood up and knelt down to pay homage.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!"
Zhan Jingxuan, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, no longer had the laughter and playfulness he used to have with Zhan Jingchen in the imperial study. He was calm and elegant, with a powerful and oppressive aura of superiority.
"Be flat!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Zhan Jingxuan sat on a high seat and raised his hand, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner, everyone don't have to be restrained."
"Yes!"
Zhan Jingxuan smiled and said, "Play the music and dance!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole banquet suddenly became lively and interesting.
Tang Xiluo held his cheeks with his hands, staring at the beautiful woman dancing on the stage, and finally understood how it felt like the king would no longer attend the morning court.
The dancing of ancient beauties has a unique classical temperament, and the music is also very pleasant. It is so joyful to drink good wine, eat delicious food, watch the beauties dancing and listen to the beautiful music.
She found it new, but the other natives, who were used to it, had no interest in watching the performance.
Zhan Jingchen looked at the little girl with shining eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Du Yan stared at Zhan Jingchen, and when she followed his gaze, her expression suddenly turned ugly.
Is their relationship really as good as the rumors say? But why didn't they come in together just now? Why?
After the dance, Concubine Zhao was all smiles, looking bright and noble.
"Your Majesty, I heard that it is very difficult to get Sister Wen Xiaoyi to dance. I wonder if I can have the honor of appreciating her dance today."
Zhan Jingxuan's expression did not change, but a dark light flashed in his eyes. Concubine Zhao became more and more arrogant and reckless.
Tang Xirou also looked a little unhappy. Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, and the performers on the stage were all low-ranking actors. She had to go on stage to perform for everyone's amusement...
Tang Xiluo, who didn't know much about the situation, blinked her eyes. She hadn't even seen her sister dance. Her sister was gentle and kind, so her dance should be the gentle and tender style of the graceful school.
At this moment, the whole banquet was in a slight stalemate.
Zhan Jingxuan glanced at Tang Xirou, then said, "Wen Xiaoyi has been unwell recently. If the imperial concubine wants to watch any dance, she can find a dancer and go to your own palace to watch it."
The imperial concubine's face suddenly changed. The emperor actually really cared about her! She could have deceived herself in her heart that the emperor was only nice to Wen Xiaoyi because he wanted to give some face to the general's mansion.
But now the emperor actually defended her face in front of so many people, which is enough to prove that the emperor still has her in his heart to some extent.
It seems that this woman must be eliminated and cannot be kept any longer. I hope that tonight's arrangement is correct.
When Tang Xiyue heard this, she knew the opportunity had come!
So she walked out gracefully and knelt in the center of the banquet.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, since my elder sister is not feeling well, I am willing to perform a dance for you."
Tang Xiluo sneered. No wonder she insisted on coming in when she was at the palace gate. It turned out that her target was the emperor.
What a pity. The emperor is a high-ranking official after all. He must have seen everything in the court. Who does she think she can hide her little thoughts from?
Concubine Zhao nodded with satisfaction. With this idiot's presence, her face was not lost too much.
She smiled and said, "Miss Tangxi is willing to dance for me, so I will give you a pearl hairpin as a reward."
Tang Xiyue smiled happily, "Thank you, Imperial Concubine."
Lin smiled, thinking that it was an honor for her daughter to receive the reward from the imperial concubine.
Although my daughter's behavior at the moment is not very good and she is compared with those lowly dancers by outsiders, as long as she is appreciated by the noble, those people will be envious.
Soon, the music started, and Tang Xiyue began to dance with great effort, as if every frown and smile were carefully designed.
She smiled coquettishly at the emperor, and the meaning in her eyes was too obvious.
Concubine Zhao's expression was extremely ugly. He didn't expect that she actually had such thoughts. At first, he thought that she was trying to curry favor with him and get him out of trouble, but he didn't expect that this little bitch was actually trying to seduce the emperor!
Isn't it enough to have her elder sister? She actually wants to enter the palace too? What a waste of my good pearl hairpin!
She felt that this little bitch was more cunning than Tang Xirou and was not easy to control. Compared with Tang Xiyue, she would rather have Tang Xirou, a soft persimmon, stay in the palace.
Tang Xirou's expression was also a little stiff. She first looked at Tang Xiluo, and then at her father.
My sister gave me a calm look, but my father felt so guilty that he lowered his head and didn't dare to look me in the eye...
So Daddy knows what Tang Xiyue is thinking, right?
Soon, the dance was over.
Tang Xiyue looked towards the seat of honor with excitement and anticipation, but the emperor didn't even look at her. He was either talking to the empress dowager or drinking the wine offered by the court officials.
At this moment, her face turned completely red with shyness and embarrassment. She thought she would be able to gain the emperor's praise and high regard, but she didn't expect to get even a glance.
At this moment, she was not even as good as a lowly dancer. She was the daughter of a general, but she lowered her status to dance for everyone to appreciate.
When the dance was over, not only did the emperor not even glance at him, but there was not even a peep of applause from the audience.
Everyone was smart and was observing the situation at the banquet at all times. Since the emperor had not expressed his opinion, they didn't say much and no one wanted to be the first to speak out.
Lin's face turned red with embarrassment, but a lady next to her who was of lower status than her started to tease her.
"How did Madam Lin teach her daughter? Her dancing skills are really enviable. I can't teach my daughter to be like this."
On the surface it is a compliment, but in reality it is sarcasm.
Lin's face turned pale and blue, and she could only lower her head silently without saying a word.
Fortunately, she changed her target midway. If she had clearly set her goal of choosing the emperor from the beginning, she couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be.
When the emperor gets angry, millions of people will die. How can the mother and daughter bear such anger?
But the Second Prince is very good. His ambition goes far beyond this. As long as you can hook up with the Second Prince, you will have a bright future.
She was the second princess, and she was not favored from the beginning, so it was only a matter of time before she was divorced.
Originally, the eldest prince seemed more likely to accomplish things, but he was destined to have no chance of becoming an emperor in this life. His disabled legs made it impossible for him to ascend the throne, so it was useless even if he had ambitions.
So she can only be the second prince. It is enough for her to be the second prince's concubine as a daughter. After the principal wife is divorced, she can naturally ascend to the throne of the principal wife, the queen.
The second prince seems more capable than the current emperor.
King Yan patted the guards beside him and said, "Push me out to get some fresh air."
The guard immediately nodded and pushed him out, and a trace of hatred flashed in Princess Yan's eyes.