Chapter Thirty-Nine: Dancing Alone for You

  The crowd in the hall let out a collective gasp, and Ye Ziye pulled Yun Ning to sit down in his own seat, pouring him a cup of wine. His expression was warm and gentle, as if he had become a different person. "Come on, have a drink. You can't hold your liquor well, so just have one cup for my birthday."

  This is the first time she has celebrated her birthday since coming to this world, equivalent to her first birthday after being reborn in this world. Today, she only wants to have a drink with Yun Cong, and pour herself a glass of wine as well. In her eyes that seem to be smiling yet not quite, there is a soft glow that has never been revealed before.

  Yun Ning raised her wine cup, still reeling from the shock of Zi Ruo Ye's words. Her small face, flushed with happiness, was filled with shy joy. "Yun Ning toasts to Wang Ye. Let's drink first as a sign of respect." He had never told her that she couldn't hold her liquor well, but seeing how worried she was about him, he didn't bother explaining.

  The two of them drank wine as if no one was around, the woman was carefree and elegant, the man was charming and pure, it looked like they were enviable yet also made people jealous. Liu Qingyou couldn't help but lower his eyes, this scene, he thought was too dazzling to look at.

  "Ruò Yè, when did you hide a beauty, I didn't even know?" The gentle and soft voice came from above, while Liú Qīng Yuè looked at her brother's suddenly dimmed eyes, feeling a little heartache, but she didn't say anything more. After all, that child still couldn't recognize his own heart now.

  Zi Ruoye was sitting slanted, the incident that just occurred seemed like a fleeting illusion, her fingertips lightly slid across Yun Cong's cheek, "Isn't this His Majesty's beloved concubine? Isn't His Majesty's beloved concubine always the one he favors, Yun Cong?"

  Although she was used to her frivolous behavior in public, perhaps today's mood made Yun Cong even more shy, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her enchanting makeup paired with a naive and shy gaze, causing the people present to gasp again.

  "Haha, so it's Yun Cong after all. I hadn't noticed yet." Zi Yanran narrowed her eyes as she looked at Zi Ruoye, not expecting the imperial sister to have such a sharp tongue, but why wasn't she marrying Yun Cong yet? Clearly, this outsider could see that the imperial sister had genuine affection for Yun Cong...

  Zi Ruoye stood up like a rogue, and said with an air of importance, "Your Majesty, you don't have a share in this. This is the immortal daughter of I, the king."

  Ziyan suddenly looked at Liu Qingyue beside her, and after seeing that her phoenix didn't have any reaction, she let out a sigh of relief. Want to frame her? A faint glint flashed in her eyes, and after pausing for a moment, she continued, "Today is Ye Wang's birthday, shouldn't all the ministers also let their own sons perform a program to show your sincerity?"

  As soon as Zi Ruoye sat down, she heard Zi Yanran's cold words and looked at her with a dangerous and warning gaze, warning her not to always look for trouble.

  Ziyan's eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted his gaze, but her voice was stern and urgent, "Hurry up, otherwise, once Ye Wang gets drunk, I will have to punish you."

  Yun Cong came to see the various young masters brought by the ministers, and he already knew the emperor's intention. He secretly felt a slight bitterness in his heart, but when he looked at the clothes on his body, he was filled with joy. In a soft voice that only two people could hear, he asked lightly, "Is this dress really from the prince?" In fact, he wasn't doubting her, he just wanted to confirm again.

  Zi Ruoye slightly leaned in towards Yun Ning, pointing to the area under her eyes and said sorrowfully, "Yes, yes, you see my dark circles are the price I paid for drawing all night!" However, there wasn't even a hint of darkness under her eyes, and Yun Ning couldn't help but be amused by her expression as if she was seeking praise.

  This dress was really made by her for him...made for him...

  Shangguan Meng looked at Ziyue Ye again, then looked at Yun Ning, looking left and right, before picking up the teacup to examine his own face. Suddenly, he pouted, and this expression made him seem like he really wasn't a beauty... A soft, weak voice whispered in Ziyue Ye's ear, with a hint of stubbornness from holding back tears, "Sister Ye, am I not considered a beauty?" If not, would the wife still want him?... Waaah... He didn't want to...

  Zi Ruoye was taken aback, she had forgotten that there was still a glutinous rice ball sitting next to her. She turned around and saw his almost tearful expression, suddenly panicked and could only comfort him, "No, glutinous rice... uh, you're very cute and beautiful too."

  "Really?" The dim eyes regained their luster after being comforted by Zǐ Ruò Yè, and immediately confirmed again. Seeing Zǐ Ruò Yè's repeated affirmation, the small face finally broke into a smile, warming the hearts of those present.

  He's the glutinous rice ball that Wang Ye mentioned, right?...

  Yun Congman's smiling eyes gazed at Shangguan Meng, after all, such a person was indeed lovely and delightful, he really suited being called a glutinous rice ball.

  "Then let the young master of the Ministry of Revenue come first." In the interval when Zǐ Ruò Yè comforted Shàng Guān Méng, Zǐ Yǎn Rán pointed with her hand, and what was originally a birthday banquet suddenly became a matchmaking banquet.

  The young master of the Minister of Revenue's household was a delicate beauty, holding a pipa and with a resolute expression, nodded to his mother before walking onto the stage. After bowing to Zi Yanran, he began to play the pipa. The sound of "Da Zhu Xiao Zhu" was melodious and moving, but slowly the tune changed...

  Zi Ruoye listened to this messy tune and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. The Minister of Revenue, you're being too obvious, she thought. He wants to marry, but it depends on whether he's willing to take a wife or not. Brazenly letting his own son play the wrong note...

  Ziyan also twitched the corner of her eye, and in her heart, she had a plan. With an unchanged expression, she said, "It seems that the young master of the Ministry of Revenue still needs to practice more." In the future, you will do what I say today, otherwise, you will regret it until you kneel in your ancestral hall at home.

  The Minister of Revenue hastily knelt down, sincerely apologizing and saying that his son was no good in this and that, all because he had been spoiled by her. He hoped that the Emperor would not get angry and harm his body.

  The following program, all the way along this road, a game of listening to the most is the words of the ministers kneeling down to apologize to Purple Yanran, although it is so that Purple Ruoye is still happy with a smile on his face, and his expression is full of provocation against Purple Yanran. This marriage is not so easy to give away.

  He looked at the one who had gone up, and that one too, his small face scrunched up in worry. He didn't know how to do any of these things! What to do! What to do! His small face was full of anxiety, Mother hadn't taught him any of this, so he went to learn what he liked himself, but it turned out he couldn't do zither, chess, calligraphy or painting...

  Yun Cong stood up at this time and bowed slightly to Zi Yanran, saying, "Your Majesty, please allow Yun Cong to perform a dance for the king."

  Zi Ruoye heard Yun Ning's request and was taken aback, how did she not know that Yun Ning could dance? Just as she wanted to stop her, Yun Ning had already walked out in front of her and stood before her.

  "Alright!"

  "Thank you, Your Majesty." Yun Cong turned around, her eyes filled with tender affection, "Prince, Yun Cong will dance for you today, just for you, happy birthday."

  Yun Ning had never been on stage before, he only wanted to dance for her alone. He had never shown his dancing skills in front of the crowd, not that he was unwilling or didn't need to, but seeing everyone avoiding him, he knew the prince would not marry any of the performers who just performed. However, they were celebrating her birthday, although she sat there nonchalantly, it pained him. Today, Yun Ning danced only for the prince.

  In the palace of jade, amidst the misty gardens. Listening to the heavenly emperor's music, I know how many times it has been played. It is as if in the mortal world, a new melody of picking lotus flowers is being transmitted. The willow waist is slender, the oriole's tongue is gentle. Who can restrain the carefree smoke and waves? Alas, on the heavenly stairs, the class has already been urged to change shifts. But I'll ride the colorful phoenix, and gaze sideways at the hibiscus. Wishing year after year, to accompany this banquet.

  Her sleeves fluttered as she danced, like a peach blossom fairy descending to the mortal world, and also like a peach blossom demon playing tricks on humans. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of intoxicating charm, but when she glanced back, it was with a flirtatious shyness.

  Zi Ruoye was drinking wine on one side, but her slightly intoxicated eyes didn't have the slightest hint of drunkenness, staring unwaveringly at Yun Cong, a beauty from the north...

  The dance ended, and the hall was silent. Who in the world could have danced with such charm? It was as if a fairy from the Jade Pool had descended to earth, her sleeves fluttering as she danced out a thousand enchanting poses. Zi Ruo Ye pulled over Yun Cong, gently using a handkerchief to wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead. "Thank you."

  Yun's face was red, and he slightly shook his head, this dance of his wasn't anything... really wasn't anything...

  "Good! You're indeed Yun Cong!" Zi Yanran laughed and praised, "A rare sight in this world!"

  Everyone finally came back to their senses, sighing in admiration. The applause rose and fell in waves, but Yun Cong merely nodded slightly, unruffled.

  No wonder she loves that person so much... Looking at Zi Ruoye, Liu Qingyou couldn't help but think of this sentence for some reason.

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