Chapter 57 – The Birth of a Miracle (3) (1/2)

Chapter 57 – The Birth of a Miracle (3)

Translated by Castigliano

Why support? No more nonsense, what are we here for? To see a beauty, oh, no, for the talented girl.

No one cared who the girl really is. As long as the girl is beautiful and graceful enough, with a little talent, it is enough.

Now, Zhen Xiao Yan, whether she is a fake or not, it doesn’t matter. After all, her appearance, her elegance, and her charm can rival the previous girls, even be superior to them. Why care about whether she is the genuine one or not?

Thirteenth Prince, just be bold, we are here for you!

It is better to find more stunning beauties.

“Oh, this… Interesting, Chengtian, your son is wonderful! Well done!” Seeing what happened, the emperor praised Ye Chengtian from the bottom of his heart, patting his shoulder.

“My thanks.” it seemed that Ye Lang hadn’t observed that there was something off with the cheers. As for these cheers, it didn’t mean that the girl next to him was recognized as Zhen Xiao Yan.

“Ye Lang!! You…” an experienced lord stood up, reprimanding him, who was one of the judges. But he couldn’t speak out the following words.

You…You what?

He couldn’t find any words to express his thoughts, for words like bold, shameless, and so on were used to reprimand him by many other people.

“Any way, you cannot do that! We won’t allow this behavior. Go, call Zhen Xiao Yan and make her come here for the match, with her own ability.”

“What have I done? What are you taking about? I have told you that she is Zhen XiaoYan!” Ye Lang said impatiently, “Match, match, fat woman, defeat this Sha Lan pig. Oh, right, has she entered the finals?”

“……”

You even don’t know whether she entered the finals, so arrogant! Really, you!

“Ye Lang, you said she is Zhen Xiao Yan, then evidence, what’s the evidence? Prove it!” A person doubted him, and shouted, many other people consented with him.

Ye Lang frowned, “I said, she is, so she is. My words, that’s the evidence.” He said calmly.

Although the tone was soft, but no one could retort it. It was an unstoppable tone. I am the law, no one can doubt me! No one can doubt me!

These words shocked other people, it was the first time for them seeing Ye Lang speak out such strong words. But naturally, coming from Ye Lang’s mouth, all the people thought it was reasonable.

“Fat woman, go, sing a song, end it quickly, I don’t like to stay here” Ye Lang said impatiently, unhappy. How dare they doubt what I said, who am I? I am an honest prince!

Meanwhile, he stepped down and left the stage.

“Oh, I see. Wait, won’t you accompany me on the stage?” Zhen Xiao Yan nodded her head at first, but she noticed that Ye Lang left the stage, leaving her along, thus she called him back.

In his plan. Ye Lang planned to accompany Zhen Xiao Yan with her performance, and he would play an instrument as background music for her, to optimize her voice so she could sing a perfect song.

“You just sing casually, your charm has already attracted most of the people here, no need for my help.” Ye Lang informed the attitude of the crowd to Zhen. There was no worry about her match, as long as nothing extraordinary happened.

“No, No, you cannot leave me alone on this stage, I am not brave enough to sing a song without you.” Zhen pulled Ye Lang’s sleeve, speaking in a diffident manner. Ye Lang, seeing her look and her expression, wanted to open his arms and hold her in his chest gently, and enjoy the time with her, and only her.

Gosh! Jesus. I am dying! So pretty, so charming. I will vote for you being the best belle of the contest without singing. No need to sing!

The crowd became fervent, crazy, shouting out the name of Zhen Xiao Yan. They didn’t even care about the evidence whether she is the genuine one. And they believed the words of Ye Lang, that the belle in front of them is the true, the genuine, Zhen Xiao Yan. Besides, in their view, Ye Lang never lied. Even if it is quite extraordinary, but no one will doubt it.

“Under these circumstances, fat woman, it is difficult for you to lose.” Thought Ye Lang. He had made the decision to leave the stage. Someone wanted to listen to his music? His play? It is too cheap if he played his music now.

“Ummmm, I forgot to bring my guitar…..” Ye Lang uses this pretext.

“……” Zhen frowned, repressing her anger. Muttered: “You liar. Even though you didn’t bring your guitar, But this time, the song we planned to sing, is you playing the flute, and me singing, no business with a guitar.

“I play the flute?”

“Of course.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!”