Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

"You are my wife. If I don't make you happy, who else can I make happy?"

Xiao Zhan gently wiped the black dust off the tip of her nose and stroked her straight nose with eyes full of doting.

"It's a pity for the kitchen. I saw Granny Chen's face just now. She almost turned pale with fright."

Looking around the kitchen yard, it was a mess, as if it had just been through a war. Jiang Xue remembered the look that Granny Chen gave her when she entered the kitchen, and she had a feeling that Granny Chen would never let her set foot here again.

"Haha." This woman is so funny!

Xiao Zhan couldn't help laughing, looked at the closed kitchen door, shook his head helplessly, took Jiang Xue's hand, and walked towards their room.

It doesn’t matter. His princess doesn’t need to be a great cook anyway. As long as she has Chen Po and the others around, it will be enough.

After returning to her room to wash up and change into new clothes, Jiang Xue looked at Xiao Zhan in court robes, was stunned for a moment, and then came to her senses.

"Emperor Bei Ling wants to summon you?"

"Yes." Xiao Zhan nodded: "I just received news that Princess Qinwen has entered the palace."

He held his palm upward and extended his hand to Jiang Xue: "Let's go and see who this woman who tortured my princess in the legend is."

Looking at the warm and powerful big hand, Jiang Xue put her hand on it without hesitation.

"Yeah." She nodded slightly and walked out of the palace side by side with him.

So many years have passed, Wu Meifeng, it's time to settle the blood debt between us.

In the imperial palace, in the garden outside the main hall, all the ministers gathered there, the concubines sat down in order, and the Queen and the Concubine Shu sat on both sides of Emperor Bei Ling.

The envoys from the Qian Kingdom stood on both sides, and in front of the envoy team stood a man in a gray robe.

The man had a serious expression, murderous eyes, his body stood straight, and his eyes were looking straight ahead.

Jiang Xue frowned. She had never seen this man before, either in her previous life or in this life.

He exudes a dangerous aura, making people afraid to approach him.

"Fourth brother, we have been waiting for almost an hour, why hasn't Princess Qinwen come out to see us yet?"

Xiao Yun sat next to Xiao Zhan, turned his head and muttered softly.

Since entering the palace, they have been waiting for the mysterious Princess Qinwen, but until now, they haven't even seen her figure.

The patience of Emperor Bei Ling and his ministers was almost worn out, and low complaints could be heard from the garden from time to time.

Just when Emperor Bei Ling was about to explode, a burst of string music sounded, and pink petals floated down from the sky, like flowers scattered by a fairy, so beautiful that people could not take their eyes away.

The original chirping complaints gradually disappeared because of the sudden rain of petals and music.

Several colorful silks intertwined and danced in the air. As the music reached its climax, a graceful figure gently landed on the silks.

Her eyes were rolling, her waist was slender, her hands were thin, and a veil fluttered in the wind, half-covering her charming figure. This hazy beauty, like a woman holding a pipa and half covering her face, aroused the imagination of most people present.

"Fourth sister-in-law, why does this dance look so familiar?"

The more Xiao Yun watched the dance, the more familiar it seemed to him. In a trance, he seemed to see Jiang Xue's shadow at the Plum Blossom Banquet.

"Your Highness Prince An has good taste. This dance, apart from the gorgeous costumes and adapted music, is actually the Plum Blossom Dance."

Every movement and every rhythm is borrowed from the Zhemei Dance.

It seems that Wu Meifeng's habit of plagiarizing others has not changed from her previous life.

"Too much exaggeration, not enough skill."

Xiao Zhan threw out these eight words lightly, disparaging Wu Meifeng's carefully prepared dance.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Emperor Bei Ling and Wu Meifeng who was dancing to hear.

The figure on the colorful silk swayed and almost fell down. Fortunately, the silk was wide enough and barely caught her.

Jiang Xue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, noticing Wu Meifeng's embarrassment, she picked up the sake in front of her and tasted it slowly.

The slender fingers, the white porcelain cup, and the graceful swan-like long neck displayed when she raised her head, all of this was seen by Jun Li who was standing opposite her. He felt itchy and his eyes never left Jiang Xue, completely ignoring the dance being performed on the stage.

When the dance ended, Wu Meifeng panted, her pretty face slightly red, and saluted to the Emperor Bei Ling: "Qinwen of the Qian Kingdom pays respect to the Emperor Bei Ling."

The voice was gentle and pleasant, like the song of an oriole. Her graceful posture, slightly shy expression, and watery peach eyes all touched the hearts of many men present.

They stared at this stunning beauty with fascination, completely forgetting their dissatisfaction at having made her wait for so long, and also forgetting their own complaints against her.

"Haha, the girl sent by Prince Yuan is indeed both talented and beautiful! Good! Good! Get up."

Emperor Bei Ling looked her up and down unscrupulously. Feng Qiyuan, this old fox, really understood him.

This woman is more to his liking than Jiang Xue!

Wu Meifeng's voice was like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, which made people feel numb to the bone. She wore a flowing sleeve silk gown and sat next to Emperor Bei Ling.

Her almond-shaped eyes would occasionally glance at Jiang Xue below and the handsome man beside her.

Jealousy tore at her heart like the claws of a wild beast. Why, why did she work so hard to perform, but she got a cruel and heartless old man! And Jiang Xue got such a handsome husband?

She was obviously just a proton! Her current status was obviously equal to mine! But her treatment was totally different from mine!

Back in Qian Kingdom, her status as a princess was enough to suppress mine, but why is it still like this after coming to Beiling!

She was unwilling to accept it! She refused to accept it!

"Princess Qinwen's dance is simply stunning. This dance should only exist in heaven and is rarely seen in the world!"

"That's right! This dance is even better than the Plum Blossom Dance that shocked Yujing at the Plum Blossom Banquet!"

A group of civil officials below praised Wu Meifeng's dance to the skies in front of Emperor Bei Ling.

"But I think Sister Changle's Plum Blossom Dance is more beautiful."

Xiao Yue snuggled in Sun Xiurong's arms, muttering softly.

"Eleven, don't talk too much." Sun Xiurong gently covered her mouth, glanced around, and made sure that her daughter's words did not cause too much waves, then she reminded her in a low voice.

"The atmosphere is very subtle right now. Eleven, you should eat more and talk less." The Tenth Prince Xiao Jin handed his sister a piece of cake, his young face showing a maturity beyond his age.

"Hahaha, good, Qinwen's dance is indeed extremely wonderful! I was amazed when I saw it!"

Emperor Bei Ling laughed loudly, put his arms around Wu Meifeng's slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.

He completely ignored the thought of hurting her and just focused on enjoying the pleasure of having the beauty in his arms.

Wu Meifeng gently supported Bei Linghuang's chest with her hands to avoid bumping into him. The disgust in her eyes was hidden so well that no one could tell.

She smiled sweetly and said to Emperor Bei Ling: "Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty. Qin Wen personally choreographed this dance for several months. Although it was hard work, it will be worth it if Your Majesty likes it."