The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

Although she was prepared, Yun Nian was still shocked by the scene before her. She remembered that every time Fuqiu mentioned the palace, she looked disgusted, and mentioned her father with contempt.

The truth hidden in the disdainful words is only revealed at this moment.

Yun Nian closed her eyes immediately, but the obscene sounds became clearer, the surging bronze waves, the entangled people, everyone's face was full of excitement, as if they were enjoying having sex in front of others.

Such an emperor, such ministers, such licentious and immoral rulers, how could the people of Keluo tolerate such people?

Yun Nian even saw the Thirteenth Princess whom she had met before. She leaned on the chest of a man who was about the same age as her father, letting his hands do what they wanted to her.

"Don't ask, don't look, just pretend you can't hear, Sisi, please."

Fuqiu's face suddenly turned red, like the burning red sunset, so moving, so beautiful, but the shame and anger in her heart almost took over all her reason.

Her country, her father, her subjects, and everything related to her were exposed so nakedly in front of Yun Nian.

She doesn't think that physical intercourse is a sin. When the feelings are there, what's wrong with doing something fun?

But she could not accept the sadistic scene, the one-sided humiliation, the minister to the servant, the man to the woman, it was an irrational coercion.

She had already gotten used to it. Whether it was Wuertu or Song Yanga, they had already known all this, but Yun Nian was not like that.

She couldn't help but blame Alfalfa, who had already escaped, and Wei Qingjue, who had transformed himself into the regent. He left and left her alone in this twisted country, tied to these monsters, and now he wanted to expose all of this to Yun Nian.

"Don't be sad, you are different from them."

Yun Nian spoke softly, and her words easily soothed Fuqiu, like a gentle evening breeze, which was still clear even in such a chaotic scene.

Strangely, Fuqiu calmed down all of a sudden. She signaled Langya to take Yun Nian to a slightly more open place, where red silk was hanging all around, completely hiding Yun Nian's figure.

"Just play for me here, the same piece you played before in front of the cave."

The girl holding the zither nodded gently, and watched her slowly walk to the raised platform in the middle.

The people around her looked up at her. In this situation, Korlo's actions seemed to be deliberately humiliating her own daughter.

He asked her to dance in front of everyone, as if to show how powerful and beautiful her weapon was, but Fuqiu had no choice.

"Zheng!"

Yun Nian plucked the strings of the zither, and as soon as the clear sound came out, everyone stopped what they were doing and became quiet.

Fuqiu was dancing in the center. She raised her toes and kicked out lightly. The chain around her waist was shaking, and the bells on her wrists and ankles were ringing.

"Dingling bell~"

The sound of the bells and the piano music collided and blended together ingeniously, as if they were originally from the same school.

Yun Nian looked up, her hands moving non-stop. When the music reached its most intense pitch, Fuqiu spoke. She bit on Ke Luo's words and stepped barefoot on the circular stage. As she spun, her long braid flew up.

Korlo's eyes were still clear, but the others were shaking their heads as if they were drunk.

Only at this time, Fuqiu felt that her dancing was meaningful.

At least at this time, the girls who have been assaulted can relax a little.

Although the girl playing the piano was sitting in the corner, she could see almost everyone within her field of vision. So when Song Yanga appeared behind Kel Luo, Yun Nian saw him at a glance.

He stared at the girl on the central stage without blinking, with a little unconscious obsession and indescribable complex emotions.

Why didn't he stop it all and let Fuqiu dance in such a scene?

Yun Nian couldn't figure it out, but Fuqiu didn't say anything, so she didn't ask. Sometimes, friends should know how to be silent, instead of trying to open other people's wounds.

The sound of the zither gradually died down, and the graceful tail note stopped with Fuqiu's movements. Yun Nian retracted her fingers, and the girl on the stage also curled up and sat in the middle.

After a long while, the others finally woke up from their dream, and then they heard their Majesty clapping his hands.

"Good! Good! You are worthy of being my most outstanding daughter, Fuqiu. You did a great job."

The people around her began to respond, and those superficial compliments rushed towards Fuqiu like a tide.

"A party should have people playing music and dancing. Only Princess Fuqiu's dance can be called moving!"

"As expected of Princess Fuqiu."

Urtu looked at these outspoken men with disgust, suppressed the urge to take action, and poured a pot of wine down his throat.

With bitter eyes, he looked at the woman who had never shown him mercy, hoping that God would bless her and allow her to see him.

"Come forward, Fuqiu, and let your father take a good look at you."

Korro's eyes were cloudy. Alcohol and sex had drained his body, so he was eager to find any way to prolong his life.

He was jealous of Song Yanga's immortality, and also tried his best to please him, hoping to get the elixir of longevity.

Fuqiu is her weapon. As long as she is there, Song Yanga cannot escape from his grasp.

A king is a king. Even if he seems to be incompetent, he is still shrewd in his own interests.

"Father."

"Yes, yes. I heard that the Imperial Master has replaced your musician with a new one? Let me see."

He looked at Yun Nian with sharp eyes. The gaze of a superior made Yun Nian's heart jump suddenly.

"No."

Fuqiu retorted without thinking, and when she saw that Korlo looked unhappy, she said something to make up for it.

"Her eyesight is not very good. I'm afraid she might offend you."

"No problem, just let her come up."

A musician who is blind... Korlo's smile deepened, but Fuqiu's muscles began to tense up.

"Forget it, I can go down, after all, I am your musician."

He spoke with great interest, leaning on the chair to stand up, and staggered to Yun Nian.

The guards with swords stopped Fuqiu and remained unmoved despite her shouting.

Korro approached slowly, and when he saw the scene clearly, he fell to the ground in horror.

"Yes... yes... Qin!"

The red silk fluttered in the hall without any wind, revealing Yun Nian's pointed chin and the zither lying across her body.

The two words "Xin Yu" (heart jade) on the zither are clearly visible.