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Now, the people around were even more astonished.
The couple, Zhang Yushi, hurriedly fell to their knees in front of the Empress Dowager and Dongfang Hao, continuously bowing their heads and pleading for their daughter.
"Your Majesty, spare her life! Empress Dowager, Yue Chan is ignorant and does not know how to speak. We beg you..."
The Empress Dowager never expected that Yue Chan would dare to publicly insult her, causing her to lose face in front of so many people.
Yue Chan herself was filled with confusion and disbelief; she clearly did not say that, and it felt as if something inside her was compelling her to say those words. She couldn't even control her own mouth.
Seeing the corners of Little One's mouth constantly rising, Dongfang Hao secretly transmitted his voice to her using internal energy.
"Little one, your medicine is quite potent!" Suddenly hearing Dongfang Hao's voice in her mind, Luo Bingbing couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
She looked at him with a questioning gaze, wondering how he knew she was behind this mischief. After catching her glance, Dongfang Hao transmitted his voice again.
"I caught a glimpse of that spark in your eyes; although it was fleeting, I still saw it."
After hearing his words, Luo Bingbing thought to herself, "This guy is quite observant!"
Although Murong Shang did not deliberately pay attention to the happenings in the hall, he had been keeping an eye on everything.
So when he saw the interaction between Dongfang Hao and Luo Bingbing, as well as what was happening before him, he immediately guessed that this incident was instigated by the Little One in Dongfang Hao's arms.
While Luo Bingbing was silently contemplating, she suddenly felt a sharp gaze fixed intently on her.
But when she tried to locate it deliberately, that gaze vanished in an instant.
"What keen insight! I only lingered on her for a moment and she noticed me. It seems this Little Empress is indeed not simple," Murong Shang thought to himself.
At this moment, Dongfang Hao glanced at the three kneeling below and coldly said, "Do you know your crimes?"
The three people who were continuously bowing and pleading for mercy quickly responded upon hearing Dongfang Hao's words: "We know our crimes, Your Majesty. We beg for your grace!"
Dongfang Hao looked at the Empress Dowager and continued, "Zhang Zili, you have failed in teaching your daughter, causing her to insult the Empress Dowager. According to the law, she should be executed..."
"Wait a moment, Silver Moon Emperor," Murong Shang suddenly interrupted Dongfang Hao. "Today is your day of great joy; if blood is shed, it may not be good."
As soon as he finished speaking, those ministers who were usually close to Zhang Zili also spoke up to Dongfang Hao, saying, "Your Majesty, today is your day of great joy; if blood is shed, it will bring bad luck."
After hearing their words, Dongfang Hao couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the Empress Dowager and asked, "Mother, what do you think?"
"My son! I am tired; I will return to rest now. You can decide this matter yourself," the Empress Dowager said slowly.
"Mother, let Ling'er help you back," Eastern Spirit said quickly, knowing that the Empress Dowager was quite upset.
"Alright, let's go!" After saying that, they slowly left.
"Zhang Zili, today is my day of great joy; therefore, I will not kill you. However, while you may escape death, you cannot avoid punishment. From now on, I will demote you to commoners and you shall never enter the court again."
"Thank you for sparing our lives, Your Majesty..."
"Enough, take them away."
Zhang Yuechan never imagined that she would be demoted to a commoner just for attending a palace banquet.
At that moment when she was taken away, she felt deep resentment toward Luo Bingbing and at the same time developed a fondness for Murong Shang, who seemed ethereal and detached from worldly affairs.
She felt that it was Murong Shang who had spoken up to save her family at a critical moment and that Murong Shang was as handsome as Dongfang Hao.
After Zhang Yushi's family was taken away, the banquet continued with fine wine and dance, quickly making everyone forget the earlier incident.
"I have heard that Silver Moon Emperor greatly enjoys the sound of strings. I have some skill in this area; how about I play a piece today as a celebration for Your Majesty and the Empress?" Murong Shang suddenly said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent as if time had stopped.
It is said that Murong Shang, the Crown Prince of Golden Sun Kingdom, excels in everything from music and chess to literature and military strategy. His mastery of the jade flute transports listeners into a realm of wonder and resonates deeply within their hearts.
Dongfang Hao raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing this, thinking to himself, "Lowering oneself to play music clearly has ill intentions; this bargain may not be so easy to seize."
However, a faint smile appeared on his face as he slowly said, "I have long heard that the flute music of Murong Prince is of the highest quality in the world; today, I am fortunate to hear it."
To receive a personal performance from the Murong Prince of the greatest nation of the time was a spectacle far surpassing that of other countries. Thus, the surrounding lords and nobles immediately applauded, cheers echoing throughout the hall.
The untainted Murong Shang slowly took out a jade flute that was entirely green from his sleeve. His porcelain-white fingers gently brushed over it before he lightly bowed to Dongfang Hao and Luo Bingbing, bringing the flute to his lips and beginning to play.
The sound of the flute cascaded like high mountains and flowing water, bringing forth the brilliance of spring.
The notes flowed out like water and spring breezes, creating an atmosphere as if one were surrounded by a garden in full bloom. The sound of bubbling springs, green willows, blooming flowers, and the songs of warblers and swallows filled the air. The gentle spring breeze caressed their faces, and a subtle fragrance permeated their hearts, making one feel intoxicated and unwilling to awaken from this bliss.
Luo Bingbing listened to the flute music while watching the stunningly talented Murong Shang, secretly thinking, "This person is indeed extraordinary."
Everything seemed to fall into a deep slumber under such beautiful melodies, quietly and peacefully drifting away.
Slumber? Luo Bingbing's half-closed eyes suddenly widened in alarm as she realized, "This music is not right."
The sound of the flute carried a strong power of enchantment; its tone had reached an extreme level of allure, creating a magical effect that made people fall into a deep sleep, unwilling to awaken—ultimately leading them to death due to exhaustion.
Controlling people through music and killing them invisibly—this was Murong Shang's true intention for playing the flute.
She glanced up at Dongfang Hao beside her and saw him looking intently at her with bright eyes. Noticing that he was not affected by the enchanting music, Little One couldn't help but smile faintly.
Then they both turned their gaze downward and saw that everyone in the grand hall had closed their eyes, seemingly entranced by the captivating melody.
Furrowing her brow slightly, Luo Bingbing met Murong Shang's gaze as he looked over at them.
His dark blue eyes were calm, showing no surprise or astonishment, nor any fear; he simply stared at them without any emotional fluctuations.
This Murong Shang dared to look down on them in such a manner. After exchanging glances with each other, Dongfang Hao said to Little One in his arms, "You stay here for a moment; I'll be right back."
With that, Dongfang Hao walked with an air of determination toward a corner of the hall. He approached a dark-colored sandalwood zither and lifted his robe before sitting down at the instrument.
"The flute music of Prince Murong is indeed extraordinary; I shall join in the fun."
A cold voice suddenly echoed in the grand hall, instantly awakening those who had been immersed in Murong Shang's flute music.
The awakened crowd did not realize that they had just brushed against the edge of death, yet they continued to cheer loudly.
Although they knew their emperor was as skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, military strategy, and swordsmanship as Prince Murong Shang of the Golden Sun Kingdom, they had never heard their Majesty play the piano.
Amidst the cheers, Dongfang Hao began to play.
Immediately, the melodious piano sound and graceful melody merged with the flute music, creating a clear and splendid harmony as the two distinct musical pieces chased each other.
To the audience's ears, it was like the roar of dragons and tigers.
As the saying goes, "A master reveals his skill at first strike." This could not be more true; soon, Dongfang Hao's piano music overshadowed Murong Shang's flute.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Murong Shang suddenly altered the tune of his flute, soaring into the sky.
In an instant, the piano music rose sharply; at that moment, the sounds of the piano and flute intertwined like two giant dragons spiraling through the hall, each vying for supremacy.
Gradually, a hint of killing intent emerged from the melodious notes, increasing steadily.
The flute music carried a sense of solemnity; beneath its ethereal flow was a hidden layer of lethal intent, with countless Sharp Swords concealed within. Once unleashed, it would strike like thunder.
Conversely, within the lingering piano notes lay a piercing killing aura that could sweep through the heavens; once it moved, storms would rise and skies would change color.
The two equally arrogant melodies clashed like invisible Sharp Swords in midair, battling for life and death.
As both infused their internal energy into their music, those below felt an immense pressure. Over time, some weaker individuals fainted while others even foamed at the mouth; only the martial generals fared slightly better.
Seeing this situation unfold, Luo Bingbing couldn't help but furrow her brow slightly, thinking that this could not continue; everyone would perish.
Thus, Little One instantly released an aura belonging to a super strong being.
The people in the grand hall immediately froze, their bodies stiffening as sweat beaded on their foreheads, and the hairs on their backs stood on end.
The pressure was terrifyingly overwhelming.
As this aura emerged, it instantly suppressed the music played by Dongfang Hao and Murong Shang. The surrounding crowd felt increasingly uncomfortable, and the number of those fainting rapidly increased.
Today, they not only witnessed the strength of Dongfang Hao and Murong Shang but also a Little One who was even more powerful than both of them. They felt fortunate that this Little One was their Little Empress of the Silver Moon Kingdom.
The grand hall was chaotic yet silent. Those few martial generals who managed to calm themselves held nothing but absolute admiration for the Little One.
"Concealed talent, I admire you," Murong Shang slowly spoke in the silence, his gaze fixed on the Little One above.
"Just a trivial skill," Luo Bingbing replied lightly, her tone as calm as a gentle breeze.
Hearing this, a glimmer flashed in Murong Shang's eyes as he looked deeply at the Little One and coldly remarked, "Indeed just a trivial skill, I laughed at it."
Aside from Dongfang Hao, no one understood the conversation between Murong Shang and Luo Bingbing. They exchanged puzzled glances, having never heard someone downplay their skills while another agreed with them, especially when one of them had just been defeated by the other.
Little did they know that Luo Bingbing's self-deprecation was not genuine; it implied Murong Shang's abilities, while Murong Shang's words were an acknowledgment of his own prowess.
Dongfang Hao slowly returned to his dragon throne and embraced the Little One in his arms. In a place unseen by others, he gave Luo Bingbing a thumbs-up, to which she responded with an unamused eye roll.
At that moment, the emperor of Mohan Kingdom, Yelv Yan, spoke up: "Empress truly opened my eyes tonight!"
Seeing the chaos in the hall, Dongfang Hao couldn't help but frown slightly. He looked at Yelv Yan and said, "Now that the hall is like this, let today’s banquet come to an end! Tomorrow I will invite everyone to enjoy a boat ride."
"Thank you for your generous hospitality, Silver Moon Emperor," both Murong Shang and Yelv Yan replied in succession.
Everyone would remember tonight’s banquet; more specifically, they would remember the power of that Little One. They all thought to themselves that they must be cautious around her in the future and never provoke her.
Subsequently, everyone left Day Palace one after another to return and rest.
Tonight was supposed to be Dongfang Hao and Luo Bingbing's wedding night, but that was no longer possible. Therefore, after escorting Luo Bingbing back to Phoenix Palace, Dongfang Hao returned to his own Dragon Blossom Palace.
Looking at this unfamiliar palace and the strange people, Luo Bingbing felt somewhat out of place. After all, she hadn't brought her own maidservants into the palace.
Moreover, there were no suitable maidservants around her; the only one who met the criteria was An Ruo Ran, but she was responsible for matters concerning the Tiger Squad, and her eyes were too distinctive.
Suddenly, lying on the bed, Little One thought of the Nursemaid whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
Thinking about how Dongfang Hao would bring the Nursemaid over tomorrow, a smile involuntarily spread across her face, revealing a delightful expression.
The next day, Dongfang Hao, along with Luo Bingbing, Murong Shang, Yelv Yan, and those Noble Descendants, were escorted by the Royal Guard to go boating at Thousand Lakes in Viya City.
Dongfang Hao naturally held Luo Bingbing as they sat together in his Dragon Carriage, while the others rode in luxurious carriages as well.
Eastern Spirit felt extremely angry seeing Luo Bingbing always sticking close to her Emperor Brother; she constantly thought about finding an opportunity to eliminate that Little One in secret.
Indeed, due to her persistence and efforts, she found a chance to take action.
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