978 Cold Moon (5)
She got into the carriage and said goodbye to her mother. The emperor was heartless. He sacrificed his daughter for the stability of his throne.
The journey was long. She lifted the curtain dejectedly and looked at the eagles flying past, the fish at the bottom of the river, the wind, the rain, and the clouds. Everything was freer than her.
Under the light, Shen Miao swept the strings with tears rolling down her face, as if she had countless grievances to utter. She looked like a flower in the rain, trembling, making people want to protect her.
She sang until everyone in the hall was speechless, their eyes were red, and they felt suffocated. They were no longer as joyful as when Li Mei was dancing.
However, the sound of the Guqin suddenly became hurried, and her lyrics became sharper.
“The emperor is muddle-headed, and the treacherous officials are in control. The law is unjust, and the punishment is heavy. The thief became an official, and the official became a thief. The wise are suspected while the fool succeed. How pitiful!”
“Why don’t I just stand by and coldly watch how the dynasty of fifty years collapsed and became rubble?”
Her eyes were cold, and her voice was choked, as if she was crying and complaining about her past. Then, her eyes were filled with the killing intent, and her heart was filled with hatred. She threw a penetrating glance at Ye Mei and her brother.
Now, here, listen! Listen! Does this tune sound familiar? Is there a trace of fear?
Xie Jingxing put down the cup, his eyes as sharp as blades.
Ye Mei felt a little cold. What did that song have to do with her? But why did it seem to be directed at her? Why did she feel uneasy?
After the song ended, Shen Miao suddenly stopped and looked up.
The hall was silent for a long time.
Who would now dare to say that Princess Consort Rui was vulgar and did not know anything about Guqin?
Shen Miao said gently, “This song is not considered festive. It’s not supposed to be played on one’s birthday, but since Miss Ye wanted to hear it, I felt obligated to play it ‘specially’ for you.” She looked at Ye Mei. “Miss Ye, are you satisfied?”
Everyone’s gazes landed on Ye Mei.
Ye Mei was a little uneasy. It sounded like she was forcing Shen Miao to play the Guqin for her. However, she had to admit that Shen Miao was not vulgar. It was not difficult to play the Guqin, and it was even rarer that the song was moving.
“Princess Consort is really as talented as the rumors say.” Ye Mei smiled and said, “This song, Blood Chant, is impressive. However…” She was a little puzzled.” Why is the first half and the second half of Blood Chant completely different? The second half seems to have a different style.”
The second half was intense, resentful, and despairing. It was like the last cry of a trapped beast, making people shiver with fright.
Shen Miao smiled bitterly. The first half was naturally different from the second half. The first half was written by Wanyu who was sad and wanted to convince Fu Xiuyi to not marry her off, while the second half was written by Shen Miao who was locked up in the cold palace and could not get over the pain of losing her children.
