After speaking, he glanced at his favored ministers, giving them a subtle signal.
According to the earlier arrangents, the Prince was not to take the stage imdiately; instead, so ordinary family scions were to first showcase their skills, allowing for a comparison when the Prince eventually appeared.
The plan was excellent, yet they had underestimated Si Mo.
Just as everything seed to proceed as usual and the first family scion took the stage, Si Mo suddenly spoke: "Talent Martial Skills are too dull. If one wishes to showcase oneself, think about what else you might be capable of."
This was the first long sentence he uttered that night, imdiately disrupting the arrangents of Emperor Qin.
His expression changed several tis, and he pressed his lips together in silence.
anwhile, the family scion on stage froze, at a loss for what to do.
"If you have no talent, step down," Gu Ya erged from the darkness and coldly commanded the person in the field, whose surge of power directly blasted the person off the stage.
This scene awakened many from their fantasies, prompting them to change tactics.
These family scions usually devoted themselves to cultivation, how would they divert attention to learn poetry, songs, chess, calligraphy, and painting?
The Holy King wanted to see a talent performance. For a mont, countless individuals felt a deep sense of helplessness.
Among these families, aside from the Mu Family, which had already distanced itself, the most excited was the Shao Family. The Family Head of the Shao Family, Shao Fatty’s father, imdiately felt it was indeed a wise decision to bring Shao Fatty along.
But, suddenly, he felt despair again.
Apart from indulging in vices, what talent did his son have that could be showcased?
The banquet suddenly beca awkwardly silent.
Qin Cang was so anxious that cold sweat appeared on his forehead, frequently exchanging glances with the Empress Dowager. Consort Jiang and the Empress desperately signaled for their sons to take the stage. In contrast, the white-robed concubine remained indifferent, even sowhat absent-minded, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
No one dared to step on stage, and Qin Cang’s prior plea seed to beco a joke.
Si Mo watched all this indifferently, as if everything was under his control. From start to finish, he seed never to glance at Mu Qingge, yet none of her movents escaped his notice.
His appearance here today was simply to see Ge’er one more ti.
Qin Yiyao struggled in her heart for a mont, gazing at the empty stage, then suddenly tightened her lips and stepped forward.
"What are you doing?"
But she had barely moved when a stern voice stopped her, and her wrist was gripped so tightly that she almost believed her bones might fracture.
When she looked up, she t the cold eyes of her Imperial Brother. "Imperial Brother," she murmured.
Qin Jinhao glanced at her coldly and sneered: "On occasions like this, a woman like you can only watch. What? Do you also want to go up and display yourself, stealing the opportunity from ?"
"I wasn’t," Qin Yiyao replied, lowering her eyes, her courage dissipated entirely.
"Hmph, it’s better not to," Qin Jinhao released her wrist and no longer looked at her.
The interaction between the two was unnoticed by anyone except the Crown Prince Qin Jinxiu, who only gave a mocking smile and then looked away.
’This is the affection between royal siblings,’ watching her Imperial Brother’s retreating figure, Qin Yiyao felt a wave of sorrow.
To the Empress Dowager and her father, she was a pawn for consolidating the Mu Family.
To her mother and brother, she was likewise a pawn who could sacrifice everything when needed.
No one took the stage, losing the comparison. Qin Jinhao saw Qin Jinxiu growing restless and, with gritted teeth, stood up and approached the high platform.
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