Under everyone''s panicked eyes and the palace guards'' vigilance, the emperor raised a hand to calm everyone down.

    Rong Yu did not sense any kind of malice from Xia Zhan or the dancer. At least Rong Yu knew that Xia Zhan was not so stupid as to assassinate him in the public eye. So this meant that it must be something else. As for what it is, he will need to see it to know.

    Moreover, his heart was beating so fast when the dancer stepped into the banquet hall in graceful steps.

    A guess had already formed in his mind, but he was afraid to find out the answer. What if it was not what he guessed? To say that it would be a disappointment would be an understatement of his feelings.

    Rong Yu subconsciously touched his chest, where a white handkerchief embroidered with blooming red peonies was kept inside his clothes.

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    He really missed her.

    Rong Yu missed Yue Ran.

    A lot.

    For a moment, everyone in the banquet hall was in a trance. The audience, who were in a daze, watched as the dancer stood in the position in the middle of the open space and saluted the emperor perfunctorily, then stood up naturally without waiting for the emperor to speak.

    So bold yet so natural.

    Every move and even the beauty''s light blinking reminded Rong Yu of Yue Ran.

    Seeing as how the emperor did not blink or speak, everyone in the hall shut up wisely. Their IQs are currently online.

    Emotions began to surge quietly again, and Rong Yu''s breathing quickened. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest.

    Yue Ran, Yue Ran, Yue Ran...

    The name "Yue Ran" kept repeating in his mind like some sort of evil mantra that would lure a cold and clean immortal into the way of evil.

    The ready-made musicians in the palace were already in place, and the guests sitting on their seats also put down their chopsticks and wine cups one after another.

    Although they were indeed interested in the beauty that Xia Zhan had recommended to the emperor, they were not "that" interested. However, seeing how it could attract such a serious and calm emperor, they, of course, had to be interested and look invested in the beauty as well. More of the reason was to give the emperor face.

    The music started.

    The sonorous zither sound is accompanied by the tight rhythm of the drums, deducing the atmosphere of fighting on the battlefield with golden and iron horses. The swords in the dancer''s hands swung out in an arc, like an arc of a rainbow, like lightning bolts drawing out a dazzling white light.

    The bright palace lanterns swayed in the wind, blurring the desolate moonlight outside.

    The dancer''s movements were lithe, like a graceful dragon in flight.

    A dance is an art, and even more so for a sword dance.

    When performing an ancient dance of war, one must understand every movement and every detail in this dance, including all the expressions and gestures that must be displayed through the eyes.

    One must also understand the most basic breathing and posture of martial arts practitioners. As well as the way of holding the sword, the way of exerting force, and so on.

    Therefore, everyone could see that the dancer''s moves were calm and powerful, her limbs stretched beautifully and smoothly, and her sword dancing posture was graceful like a water dragon swimming in the deep sea. Overall, the dance is excellent and spellbinding.

    Everyone was eventually invested in the dance; their eyes were involuntarily attracted to the dancer. And the gazes that were originally bored at first now shone with interest.

    Following the song, the dancer turned around without stopping, raising her arms to stably draw the sword and at the same time making a beautiful back kick.

    At the climax of the song, everyone saw how the dancer was dancing faster and faster and getting closer and closer to the emperor''s position. But the bewitched audience could only sigh at the beautiful moves and did not take precautions against a beauty as radiant and ethereal as the bright moon.

    Suddenly, the crowd only saw her fold her sleeves before the blade''s silvery light streaked through the air and settled its sharp tip on the emperor''s neck.

    As long as it was pushed a little deeper, three feet of blood would splatter from Rong Yu.

    Will the world collapse if she slaughters the male lead?

    Her excitement heightened the more she thought about it until...

    "Master, Master, do not do it!" Ruan Ruan suddenly screamed in Yue Ran''s mind. "The Lord God will punish the Master if the Master kills the male protagonist!"

    It turns out that the dancer is really Yue Ran in disguise.

    Those among the audience members who have weak hearts had already screamed in fright.

    Everyone could not help but be taken aback.

    Seeing such a sudden turn of events in the banquet hall, all the musicians were startled and quickly stopped playing.

    However, the confrontational pair, Yue Ran and Rong Yu, remained calm.

    Now, Rong Yu was really sure that the veiled dancer was Yue Ran.

    If it were any other woman, Rong Yu would have killed her righteously.

    But only Yue Ran--only Yue Ran would ever have the guts to do something so bold and so natural.

    When the palace guards were just about to react, the dancer suddenly spoke, "May Your Majesty forgive me for my offense."

    The unadorned beauty chuckled and pulled down the veil tied to her ears.

    It showed the face of a scorching beauty that could almost burn everything.

    Rong Yu could not say a word. The only thing left is the feeling of being pulled into a charming illusion.

    "Your Majesty, do you miss me?" Yue Ran asked in mirth. The ethereal sound of her laughter was as pure as the first snowfall.

    Everyone saw the dancer pull the sword from the emperor''s neck and casually throw it to the side of the hall. However, no one can see her face, only her back.

    Rong Yu restrained himself from making a fool and clenched the wine cup in his hand tightly.

    He knew he was doomed. Throughout his life, he would never find another Yue Ran again.

    Many emotions in him began to surge like a tide.

    Yue Ran came back. To him.

    She was standing in front of him. Well and alive. Safe and sound.

    Although she had come to the palace through Xia Zhan, it still showed that the woman in front of him belonged to him and that she was also interested in him. Otherwise, why would she appear in front of him this way?

    Fireworks exploded in his mind.

    Rong Yu''s favorability value fluctuated in Yue Ran''s mind, but the strategy value has not yet reached one hundred. Yet.

    "Yue Ran," he said. His voice sounded slightly hoarse.

    "Yes," Yue Ran said with a smile. "I hear you, Brother Yu."

    Yue Ran called him "Brother Yu". Does that mean that she does not hate him anymore?

    Rong Yu took a deep breath and said softly, "Yue Ran, did you come back for me?" The hand holding the wine cup trembled as he continued, "I am sorry for all the things that I have done before, but my feelings for you are sincere. I am willing to guard you, to protect you, to stay by your side…"

    "Hmm," Yue Ran casually hummed aloud.

    "We... we have a long time to start over," he said.

    Rong Yu felt that he no longer needed dignity. Only at the moment of parting did he finally understand that Yue Ran is what air is to people and what water is to fish. Once lost, he may no longer be able to survive.

    He has wasted too much time. Too much time planning, too much time scheming.

    Rong Yu released the wine cup from his hand and gently covered Yue Ran''s hands in his.

    "Yue Ran, I love you... Are you willing to be my empress?"

    The emperor''s affection ran deep, but Yue Ran simply raised her lips in a light smile.

    "Yes," Rong Yu heard her say.

    The strategy value fluctuated, her attention was on the consciousness panel, and she had no time to take care of other things, so she just responded perfunctorily.

    However, Rong Yu did not hear her perfunctory tone. He thought it was her response.

    Rong Yu''s heart seemed to have stirred up a thousand waves, and everything was as beautiful as a dream. He was surprised, not knowing what to say. He was at a loss for a while, and finally, he hugged her tightly in his arms after pushing the table that separated their bodies away.

    The two, who were deeply immersed in the atmosphere full pf pink bubbles, ignored the unbelievable gasps in the banquet hall.

    Xia Zhan''s eyes deepened as he stared at the two people''s interaction.

    He already knew that this would happen, but it still hurts to see it with his own eyes.

    Yue Ran had escaped from the dead and came to him, Rong Yu. Just her presence made him so happy and satisfied. Only the person in his arms is real; the others are like passing clouds, not worthy of nostalgia and nothing to worry about.

    As long as she is here, everything will be fine.

    Yue Ran, who was embraced by Rong Yu, was listening to his violent heartbeat.