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Even his secret art felt a bit embarrassed after hearing this praise. ”Auntie, you're flattering me.”

”You, don't be modest. ”Your father has mentioned something to me and I will help you out in the palace. You are the only legitimate son of our Lian Family, Ji'er, so you just need to go all out. Do you understand what your aunt means?” Unknowingly, Lian Shufei's gaze towards Lian Fu became filled with hope.

For an aristocratic family to maintain their power, they had to constantly bring up the people whom the Emperor admired. Lian Shufei knew that she could not fight alone and that the Lian family was her true backer.

”Auntie, I understand.” Ever since the last time he had said he was going to write, he had been locked up in the secondary temple for three days and three nights, not wanting to tell these people about his true thoughts.

”That's good.” Lian Shufei nodded with reassurance.

In the garden, under the peach blossom tree, was a lyre, Feng Yu Yao sat in front, her head bowed, her slender fingers fiddling with the strings of the zither, even as the moon stood by her side. When Feng Yu played the first tune, she already knew that it was the song, ”Yang Chun Xue.”

”Cousin Yue Er, listen. I don't feel like playing well here.” Halfway through, Feng Ziyao stopped what she was doing and looked up.

”Let me try.” Lian Ruyue said. She wasn't very good at playing the zither, but this ”Yang Chun Xue” had played it countless times. It could be said that she was able to play it well.

”Alright!” Feng Yu stood up, giving his place to Lian Ruyue, and stood to the side, quietly listening.

Lian Lu Yue sat down, closed her eyes, and exhaled lightly. Then, her jade fingers fiddled with the zither strings, and the snow-bamboo sound flowed out. The melody sounded fresh and smooth, and the rhythm was lively and lively.

Right at this moment, a gust of wind blew. The peach blossoms from March floated down from the treetops. Around her, a torrential rain of peach blossoms unexpectedly arrived.

The tender pink petals fell on her clothes, her hair, her fingertips, Feng Yao was shocked.

She was in the midst of a rain of peach blossoms, her rose-red dress catching her interest. Her eyebrows were pale, her eyes were clear, her skin was smooth as jade, and her delicate cherry lips were red from not touching. There was a faint smile on her face, and two strands of hair fluttered in the wind along her cheeks.

Unknowingly, Lian Xiyue's body already possessed enough of the stunning beauty and elegance of the past.

”Your Majesty …” Feng De Gui called out a few times from behind, and only then did Emperor Zhou retract his gaze from Lian Ruyue.

”Let's go.” Zhou Chengdi looked at Lian Meng Yue again and a smile appeared on his face. He then walked into the palace.

”The emperor has arrived!”

Lian Shufei and Lian Fu were chatting when they suddenly heard the arrival of the emperor. Lian Shufei hastily stood up and went forward to respectfully greet him. ”Your consort doesn't know that the emperor has come and is welcoming you unceremoniously. Your majesty, please forgive me.”

”Hahaha, my beloved concubine, please get up. I just came out of the Hall of Prosperity, so I came here as soon as I thought about it.” Zhou Cheng Di seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. Even Shufei was stunned for a moment. All sorts of things had been plaguing the Emperor's mind recently. He never expected to be in such a good mood today.

When the emperor saw the incantation, he opened his eyes and asked, ”Are you here as well?”

Lian Meng kneeled down on one knee and said, ”Lian Fu greets the Emperor. Long live the Emperor.”