Both worlds are like dreams

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. Changle's sword dance is just a set of inferior swordsmanship from Guiguzi. It is the world that praises you too much." Xuehuang said with a smile.

Du Mengyao and most of the princesses and noble ladies present had never seen the legendary Xiaoyao Sword Dance, so Du Mengyao didn't believe that Xue Huang had such talent. She deliberately danced this dance today just to compete with Xue Huang. So what about Guigu? After all, it was just a wild place in the mountains. She didn't believe that she had such talent.

So she smiled and said, "Princess Changle, since the queen has spoken, you should not refuse. Let us all see it."

Xue Huang looked at her calmly. Was he trying to make things difficult for her? She turned her head and exchanged glances with Mo Xingyue.

Mo Xingyue said, "In that case, this palace and sister Changle will perform a song for the royal concubine, as a way of thanking her for hosting the banquet today." After she finished speaking, she signaled the maid beside her to fetch the pipa, and then sat down in front of the stage.

When the sound of the pipa sounded, everyone was shocked. What Mo Xingyue played was the grand zither music that had surpassed Xiyue in the past.

Xue Huang was surprised at Mo Xingyue's tacit understanding. Only this magnificent pipa music could match the free and easy sword intent. She leaped and flew onto the stage, dancing in the wind in green clothes, like a fairy descending from the world.

She drew the Qingshuang sword from her belt and performed the Xiaoyao sword technique to the sound of Mo Xingyue's piano.

Three years later, her swordsmanship had already become extremely sophisticated. When she first started, she walked like a leisurely stroll in the garden, like clouds and flowing water, with graceful steps, as if she followed the flow of the waves, as if she was free and unrestrained, as if she followed the momentum of heaven and earth, elegant and free, just like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

As Mo Xingyue's piano sounds changed, Xue Huang turned her wrist, the Qingshuang sword light flowed, the sword body jumped straight, and her sword intent became more and more free and easy.

Her Xiaoyao Sword had no killing intent, but it was definitely not as weak and powerless as Du Mengyao's, and every move she made seemed to be able to soar straight up to the sky and stroll among the blue clouds. It was like a wild goose ready to fly, just waiting to take off with the wind and soar up to 90,000 miles.

People who don't know swordsmanship may only be able to appreciate the beauty of the Snow Phoenix sword dance, but those who can truly understand this free and easy swordsmanship will inevitably be shocked. How many people in the world can be so free and easy? What kind of realm is it to be free and unfettered?

Zhao Manqing was so excited, she had wanted to see it for a long time, and today she finally got her wish. So she pulled out a bunch of petals from somewhere and threw them onto the stage.

As flowers fluttered down, the peerless beauty of Xue Huang and Mo Xingyue became even more untainted by dust. The song and dance added to the beautiful artistic conception, as ethereal as the fairyland of Yaochi.

Mo Xingyue's last note fell, and Xue Huang's swordsmanship also ended, but she did not put away the sword. A chilling coldness overflowed from the Qingshuang Sword, and fell on Du Mengyao's body.

In her shocked eyes, Xue Huang said calmly, "Miss Du, what do you think of my sword dance?"

"Very beautiful." Du Mengyao squeezed out these two words.

Xue Huang tilted her head and smiled, "I heard that Miss Du is an excellent swordsman. Why don't we have a sparring match?" Although it was a question, Xue Huang did not give her a chance to speak and directly flew forward and stabbed.

Du Mengyao was caught off guard and hurriedly used her sword to block.

Seeing this, Mo Xingyue started playing the tune again. This time she played a cheerful song, just for fun.

Du Mengyao's mediocre kung fu was not even as good as Mo Xingyue's, let alone in front of the descendants of Guigu. Xue Huang just made a few sword moves, and frightened Du Mengyao into using all her strength to resist. Obviously, the sword in Xue Huang's hand was just a soft sword, but it was like a broadsword, so heavy that she couldn't even lift the sword.

Du Mengyao had to hold the sword with both hands, but her legs kept bending down under the pressure of Xue Huang's sword intent. Her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and a trace of fear flashed across her eyes. She clearly felt an extremely cold killing intent from Xue Huang's sword intent.

Xue Huang held a sword in one hand and put the other hand behind her back, looking at her calmly, "Miss Du, you sent people to spread the word in the city yesterday that I was ignorant of etiquette and arrogant. Is that true?"

Du Mengyao was surprised that she knew it so quickly, but she didn't answer. She just said, "This is the banquet of the Imperial Concubine. Do you need me to tell you when you are so rude?"

"Not really." Xue Huang smiled calmly. "You were rude first, I was being polite first and then using force."

"In the palace, in front of the Imperial Concubine, you are so disrespectful. How can you not be so arrogant?"

Xue Huang looked innocent and asked sincerely, "Miss Du, you may not know me very well. I have been like this since I was a child. But His Majesty once praised me in person in the palace, in front of all the civil and military officials, saying that I was pure and innocent. Three years ago, he even praised me for being dignified, virtuous, and kind in the imperial edict that conferred the title of Princess. You said that I was ignorant of etiquette and looked down on others. Do you think His Majesty was wrong?"

Over there, Mo Xingyue couldn't help but smile secretly as she listened to Xue Huang's self-praise. That's great! She just liked her narcissistic and arrogant attitude.

Du Mengyao's face turned pale. No matter how arrogant she was, she didn't dare to say that the emperor was wrong. She said stiffly, "Of course your majesty is not wrong."

Xue Huang nodded in satisfaction, "Then who do you think was wrong?"

Du Mengyao said with a bitter face, "Yes...I was wrong."

Xue Huang leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "Miss Du, I am indeed a country bumpkin. Even though I am a princess in your eyes, I am still a country bumpkin. I understand all this, but don't forget that I have the golden medal of immunity from death granted by His Majesty. Even if I kill you with one sword, no one in Beiling can punish me."

Du Mengyao shuddered all over, as if her body was locked by the Snow Phoenix's cold sword intent, unable to move. She stammered, "You...you dare..."

Xue Huang suddenly turned cold, and looked at her with eyes as cold as ice. "I always like to kill people without shedding blood. Do you believe me?"

Du Mengyao's legs went weak, and the sword in her hand even slipped out of her hand and fell, but was caught by Xue Huang. She regained her indifferent and even innocent smile, "It seems that Miss Du has admitted defeat."

Xue Huang directly threw the sword into the scabbard in the hand of the maid beside her, then put away Qingshuang, stepped forward and bowed to Concubine Rong, "Changle is not talented, this is the free and easy sword dance."

At this time, all the noble ladies looked at Xue Huang. You said she was arrogant but she looked innocent, you said she was ignorant of etiquette but she behaved properly, you said she looked down on others but she seemed to be right. But the one who dared to draw a sword against the daughter of the minister at the imperial concubine's banquet was really courageous!