The lively Qin Country Palace, in Si Mo’s cold eyes, seed to have turned into a land of corpses. Sensing the murderous intent on his master, Gu Ya tightly clenched the sword hilt in his hand.
"Mu Xiong, why aren’t you going on stage yet? Quite the big attitude, huh!"
"Don’t rush, young Mu Xiong has barely learned the basics, thinking about what he wants to perform."
"Young Mu Xiong, why don’t I give you a suggestion. First, perform how you cling to our Prince Rui like a leech, then perform how you took five hundred elite soldiers to the battlefield, all dead except for you. How about that?"
He Cheng’s voice, as if tempered with poison, recklessly uttered these words. He didn’t care that his words offended not only Mu Qingge alone.
It seed, he just wanted to provoke Mu Qingge, like last ti, put her on stage, let her embarrass herself, and hopefully anger the Holy King, be slapped into a pulp, thus easing the hatred in his heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, the first to change expression was Qin Jinhao.
He regarded Mu Qingge’s admiration for him as a humiliation and didn’t want it shown in public. Now, He Cheng spoke in front of the Holy King; what if there was so misunderstanding about him?
But at this mont, he hated not He Cheng the most, but Mu Qingge who remained silent. Her silence seed to affirm He Cheng’s words even more.
And the He Family, now realizing their mistake, wanted to take He Cheng away, but it was too late. They originally intended to bring He Cheng for a chance, but didn’t expect this son to ruin it. Offending the Mu Mansion they weren’t afraid of, but offending Prince Rui and Concubine Jiang, then the He Family...
The head of the He Family secretly looked towards Concubine Jiang, and indeed saw her frowning displeased.
Wanting to say sothing, yet unsure how to open his mouth.
If he says anything now, wouldn’t it make things more confusing?
"These little bastards!" Mu Xiong, unable to bear it any longer, rose with clenched fists.
"Grandfather." But Mu Qingge grabbed his wrist, stopping his impulsion. When Mu Xiong looked over, she smiled silently: "Why lower yourself?"
The ridicule aid at her was clearly from the younger generation.
If Mu Xiong spoke to defend, wouldn’t it give others a handle to grasp, prompting those old foxes to seize the opportunity to suppress?
Mu Qingge, never had the habit of hiding behind others.
These people dare to provoke her. She would let them truly feel what it ans to slap oneself in the face. Isn’t it just a talent performance?
You sordid pests, open your eyes wide and see clearly!
Mu Qingge slowly stood up, pressed Mu Xiong’s shoulder, letting him sit down.
Dressed in red, standing against the wind, her perfectly beautiful face held no anger, but a calm and serene smile. As if, she wasn’t the one being ridiculed.
Her casual and carefree deanor caused the surrounding ridicule to gradually cease.
As if, if they continued, they were like ignorant children clamoring before an adult.
In an instant, everyone’s attention focused on that stunning figure in red.
The Empress Dowager looked at the gracefully standing Mu Qingge, her smile deepened: "Mu Family’s children are still good, these kids’ words are sowhat irresponsible. Emperor, make sure to remind them a bit, we are in-laws with the Mu Family."
Qin Cang’s eyes flickered, without argunt, he simply lowered his gaze and responded: "Yes."
"Qingge, you..." Mu Lianrong sowhat worriedly tugged at Mu Qingge’s corner of clothing.
Mu Qingge gently pulled her clothing out and gave her a reassuring smile. Then, she stepped out boldly, without any flamboyance, climbing the stage step by step.
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