Translator: Paperplane
Liu Ruxing heard that she still had a chance, and her heart couldn’t help but clutch onto the last ray of hope.
Perhaps, she still had a shot at marrying this incredibly handsome man.
With that thought alone, she stepped forward and timidly said, “I would like to perform first.”
Suddenly, all eyes in the great hall turned to Liu Ruxing.
The light in Ouyang Xiu’s eyes dimmed slightly. The second daughter of Minister Liu really didn’t know how to read the audience.
He actually wanted his own daughter to perform first. “Permitted,” cried the Emperor of Nanli with a sullen voice.
Although Liu Ruxing’s figure wasn’t as graceful as Liu Ruyue, she was still a beautiful woman.
Now that she had the great hall’s attention, a pleased look emerged on her face.
“Thank you, your majesty, for your generous permission. I would like to write a poem,” she said with a gentle voice.
The ladies at the center of the hall returned to their seats.
The servants immediately carried a writing table and the necessary stationery for writing a poem like ink, a brush, and paper.
Liu Ruxing walked leisurely to the side of the table.
She picked up the brush, paused for a moment in contemplation, and then started to write.
After Han Moze sat down, his gaze fell softly upon Liu Rushuang and a smile hung from the corners of his mouth.
Liu Rushuang couldn’t help but shoot up and her entire jawline felt a little chill.
Then, she caught sight of the glint in Han Moze’s eyes and this nonchalant grin.
She averted her eyes back and ignored Han Moze’s gaze.
Han Moze suddenly flashed a sinister smile. This woman was the first to dare look at him coldly.
He couldn’t wait to have her!
He wanted her entire mind and body to rely on him!
Liu Rushuang felt the thieving gaze and clutched her cup.
Ouyang Yaoyi, Ouyang Xiangmei, Liu Ruyue, and the other daughters of state officials would occasionally sneak glances at Han Moze, revealing an even more timid looks on their faces.
But when they noticed that Han Moze’s gaze didn’t leave Liu Rushuang, anger and jealousy would rise from their flushed faces.
What did that fool do to garner the Emperor of Beiming’s interest?
Liu Rushuang felt hostility all around her and helplessly twitched her mouth.
Although the Emperor of Beiming was indeed handsome and poised, she instinctively didn’t want to cross paths with him or have feelings for him.
She was just an assassin! She cannot have romantic relations!
Liu Ruxing thought Han Moze was watching her all along, so she would glance over at him occasionally.
She was so happy to see Han Moze looking over in her direction that she almost wrote the wrong character.
She composed herself, then concentrated harder to write in her best form.
Some noble men watched her captivatingly elegant body and fantasised her falling into their arms in exhaustion. They squinted and smiled with evil intentions in their hearts.
Liu Ruyue stared secretly in envy as her own little sister wrote with grace and power.
Although she was prettier than Liu Ruxing, her little sister was indeed better at calligraphy than her.
Liu Rushuang raised her eyes and glanced at Liu Ruxing’s words, then nodded.
This was already pretty good. Who knows? The Emperor of Beiming might just change his mind in the end.
With that thought, a trace of a smile appeared on her face. That would be exactly what she needed.
Liu Ruxing finally finished writing, then she elegantly put down the brush with beautiful poise. Every little detail of her performance was carried out with grace and charm.
