Everyone in my harem is talented

"My lady, are you really going to perform on stage yourself?

Isn't this killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred of your own? You are a most honorable imperial concubine, how can you show off your talents in front of everyone?"

Weixia whispered quietly behind Meng Wuyue.

After lunch, the Queen Mother wanted to take a nap, so she asked the concubines to come back, as the Queen would not entertain the ladies outside the court.

"She is not as noble as the Empress in our palace.

Humph, she has already given the topic to me, so it’s up to me to decide what the surprise is.

I heard that our queen is good at playing the guzheng, and I wonder if we can listen to the music she plays for us concubines tonight."

"What are you going to perform, ma'am?

There were other ladies who had not made any preparations before.

I only realized they needed to perform their talents before they went on stage. What if they ruined the show?

What should I do if the Queen Mother and His Majesty blame me?"

"I have the eldest princess in my palace.

When Ronglu will rush up to dress up and entertain her, I will just accompany her with the pipa.

Ronglu is still young, so I think that in my show, everyone’s attention will be on the filial son.

And who among those who can enter the palace doesn’t have a skill?

Didn’t my younger sister learn dancing silk?

If it really goes wrong, blame it on me.

It's not like you're just blaming me. I don't think His Majesty will bother with this little thing."

Meng Wuyue sneered.

“Isn’t Mei-ren pregnant?

It's already five months old, how can she still dance on stage? I haven't heard that Miss Hui is good at calligraphy or painting!"

Weixia frowned, full of confusion.

"You are the queen's man, why bother with so much? This is their business.

It's good to let the queen vent her anger, it's not a big deal." Qinghe said.

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Suzaku Palace——

“Ahhhhhh what should I do?

What should I do?

Huai Xu! What should I do?

Is Meng Wuyue crazy?

When did I agree to perform on stage?

No one told me before!

What can I do?

I'm five months pregnant, what can I perform on stage?

Should I act like a living being?

Is she sick!!!"

Meng Xinghe rushed into his room, picked up a soft pillow and started smashing it.

"Beauty, don't be anxious. No one will blame a pregnant woman." Huai Xu said calmly.

"My beauty, can you sing a birthday song?" Huai Xu didn't mention calligraphy or painting at all. Having served Beauty Hui for so long, she had already figured out her beauty's skills.

The handwriting is just a bunch of shit, it's not good enough.

Draw, draw only turtles,

A thousand-year-old turtle is worth ten thousand years of age. Turtles do have something to do with longevity.

However, she couldn't bear to think of going on stage to draw a turtle to wish the Queen Mother a happy birthday.

"A birthday song? Does 'Happy Birthday' count?"

It’s over. Meng Xinghe felt that he was really finished.

"Where is this song from? The name is so simple."

"Don't worry about it, Aunt Huaixu. Can I pretend to be unwell and not go on stage?" Meng Xinghe looked at Huaixu expectantly with pleading puppy eyes.

"Today is the Queen Mother's Christmas. If you pretend to be unwell and ask the imperial physician to take your pulse, the one who will mess up the party today will be you, my beauty, instead of Her Royal Highness the Princess of Qi."

"But if I can't show my talent, won't that ruin the show?" Meng Xinghe buried his face in the soft pillow, looking a little collapsed.

She is dead. Meng Wu Yue is really good at hurting people.