The story of a bullied daughter's rise to power

Some things cannot be solved by one hand alone, and if both hands don't cooperate, there is nothing to say.

When Nangong Ling came to Situ Yaorao, he saw Situ Yaorao sitting obediently in the house, waiting for him.

"Teacher Nangong." Situ Yaorao was respectful. This made Nangong Ling startled, and he said quickly, "There's no need for this between you and me."

"You taught me, so you are my master. It's only right for me to do this. It's my fault that I didn't know etiquette before." Situ Yaorao said.

Nangong Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "Tell me, how did I offend you?"

"Why do you say that, Master Nangong?" Situ Yaorao looked confused.

"I know your character very well. If you haven't offended me in any way, why would you be so polite? I still have to spend some time with you. If you keep being like this, I can't stand it." Nangong Ling's attitude was clear. After he finished speaking, he sat down on the chair.

Nangong Ling was handsome and cold-hearted, and his temperament was also aloof. However, he could not remain cold towards Situ Yaorao. This woman would always make him laugh without realizing it.

Whether it was the grimace she made when he punished her, the bitter expression on her face when she was reciting, or even the lively look on her face when she was being clever.

Nangong Ling had no idea what this was, thinking it was just the kind of affection between a master and a disciple. Therefore, he had never noticed the doting he showed her between the lines.

Nangong Ling didn't know, and Situ Yaorao, who was almost an idiot in relationships, didn't understand it at all. So, Situ Yaorao said, "The relationship between you and me is originally that of master and disciple. I am extremely grateful to Master Nangong for making that statement to save me."

How clever was Nangong Ling? Hearing this, he understood what Situ Yaorao meant, so he quickly stopped her and said, "Anxin, the relationship between you and me is only that of master and disciple. Besides, you are not suitable for the Nangong family. The Nangong family has already chosen a fiancée for me. She is the princess who came that day."

"That's good. If my mother says anything to you again, please refuse her righteously." Situ Yaorao said decisively.

Nangong Ling nodded upon hearing this: "That's natural. I'm not a gentleman, but... I can't ask you to marry me just because of some trivial matter."

After hearing what Nangong Ling had said, Situ Yaorao finally smiled and jumped in front of the man: "Thank you, Brother Nangong."

"Brother Nangong?" Nangong Ling was stunned.

"Huh? Why? Is this name not allowed?" Situ Yaorao looked at the man in confusion.

Hearing this, the man hurriedly shook his head and said, "Not really, I just feel a little awkward. Why don't you just call me Nangong?"

"Okay, Nangong." Situ Yaorao said decisively.

The two of them then smiled at each other.

"Your problems should be gone now, right?" Nangong Ling looked at Situ Yaorao and asked lightly.

Situ Yaorao nodded when she heard this: "The report is gone."

"Very good." Nangong Ling's eyes shone, and he took out a ruler from somewhere and slammed it on the table. "Now that you have asked all your questions, it's time for today's lessons. I originally prepared music, chess, calligraphy and painting for you today, but now, I want to add dance to it."

"Damn! Where's human nature!" Situ Yaorao couldn't help but jumped up, with only anger remaining on Yaorao's face.

However, no matter how angry she was, Nangong Ling could only remain calm. Nangong Ling looked at her and said calmly, "No one knows what the women's exam will be about. Maybe it will be about music, chess, calligraphy, or painting, or embroidery, or even dance. If it were any other time, you might be able to take a gamble, but now... you can't afford to lose."

Nangong Ling's words made Situ Yaorao surrender. Because she really couldn't afford to lose.

"I see."

"Very good, then let's begin." Nangong Ling said, put down the ruler, stood up and said: "My Lanlin dance is not limited to women. It tends to be more neutral. Therefore, regardless of gender, as long as you understand the essence of dance and can dance with charm, you will win. Naturally, there are very few people who can comprehend it. The dance that the people of Lanlin love most is "Song of Farewell". This song was written in the era when countries were constantly fighting. Blood flowed like rivers, and mountains and rivers were broken. How many people lost their loved ones, how many people had to leave their hometowns where they had lived for many years, and how many people could only watch those around them leave one by one. "Song of Farewell" speaks of the feelings of everyone, not just one person. This dance is very challenging. If you don't have a generous heart, you will never be able to do it. Are you willing to try?"

"Sounds interesting." Situ Yaorao looked at the man and said with a smile. Nangong Ling chuckled at this, then took out his folding fan, swung his steps lightly, and began to dance. The man was dressed in white, and his dance steps were light and graceful with a unique charm that really made people linger.

Situ Yaorao watched, her heart pounding. It had to be said, Nangong Ling was quite charming. Yet, watching the dance, Situ Yaorao couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Cang performed it. She wondered what Cang was doing right then. Would he even think of her when he had nothing else to do?

"Enchanting." Nangong Ling silently looked at the dazed woman and called out softly.

Situ Yaorao came to her senses after hearing this. She looked at Nangong Ling and said awkwardly, "Yes, I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, I just don't want to look at you in a daze. Do you remember the dance steps I just performed?"

"Yes, there is." Situ Yaorao said blankly.

"Since you have memorized it, then jump for me to see." After saying that, Nangong Ling threw the folding fan to Situ Yaorao. Situ Yaorao was a genius in many aspects.

She also had a photographic memory for dancing. Although she hadn't put much effort into it just now, she had memorized every single step of Nangong Ling's.

When Situ Yaorao performed the dance, Nangong Ling frowned.

"This dance is not the way you dance."

"But you just..."

"I do dance like this, but what's really important about this song is never the movements, but the meaning behind it." After the man said this, he took the fan and demonstrated it again.

Situ Yaorao looked at it and really took it to heart.

The man's movements were neither frivolous nor seductive. He was well-behaved, his eyes blazing and his brow furrowed, like a warrior about to go to war. Every movement he made was powerful, as if he wanted to express everything he was thinking and thinking. As Situ Yaorao watched, her heart stirred.

People are undoubtedly the most beautiful when they are serious.

"Yao Rao, you must remember that this dance isn't about the beauty of the movements, but about the seriousness. As long as you dance with your heart, you will appreciate the charm and make the audience feel as if they are in the scene."

"Yes... I understand." Looking at the man, Situ Yaorao felt quite emotional. Nangong Ling had truly taken her daughter's exam seriously. This dance, while somewhat difficult, was perfectly suited to someone like her who had no dance background. This body was essentially useless. It was a blank slate. She could choose the color she wanted to paint it with.

Situ Yaorao understood this in her heart, so she attached great importance to this women's exam. Both Madam Situ and herself needed this women's exam to consolidate their status.

In this world, nothing is permanent except status.

"Do you understand?" Nangong Ling looked at Situ Yaorao and asked calmly. Situ Yaorao nodded and said, "I understand."

"Then, let's do it again." Nangong Ling handed the fan to Situ Yaorao. Situ Yaorao held the fan, thought for a moment, frowned slightly, and began to follow the man's movements step by step. Each step was so serious and so difficult, as if something was hindering her. But it was this pace that made Nangong Ling feel emotional. During these days of getting along with Situ Yaorao, he was very clear about her talent, but he didn't expect that she could do so well in this aspect. If a woman like this was trained from childhood, she would definitely not end up like this today.