The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Look at his good son. He just hinted to others that he should look at Yuan Yanran more, but the kid only glanced at her once.

That fleeting glance didn't even give Yuan Yanran a chance to say hello!

This kid, Yuan Yanran clearly treats him differently, yet this kid is so ungrateful.

After being ignored for a few moments, Yuan Yanran was stunned. Realizing that she was still on stage, she immediately adjusted her emotions, gracefully stepped off the stage, and ended her performance.

However, only she knew that her heart was far from at peace.

She seemed to have developed feelings for that boy that she had never had before—a feeling that was liking him?

After Yuan Yanran, many other young ladies from noble families performed musical pieces. However, after hearing her zither music, the music of the other young ladies from noble families, such as the zither, guzheng, and pipa, seemed rather ordinary.

Soon, it was the turn of the young ladies from the Fang family.

Fang Qingtong played a guzheng piece, and her performance was quite good, but it was far inferior to Yuan Yanran's.

Fang Qingman performed a dance, and despite her best efforts, her performance was only average.

Fang Qingrong's song had a really good voice, but it wasn't particularly amazing.

Of the group, only Fang Qingwei's performance was refreshing.

Fang Qingwei's performance was also a dance, or more accurately, a modern stage play, which included music, recitation, and physical movements.

Against a backdrop of poignant and melancholic music, Fang Qingwei, dressed in a vibrant dance costume, slowly emerges. The striking colors and mournful music create a powerful emotional impact, making her easily memorable.

Fang Qingwei moved slowly, and every gesture naturally revealed a sorrowful feeling that made one's heart ache with pity.

The poem being recited is a long poem expressing a woman's unwavering loyalty to love.

It must be said that Fang Qingwei seemed to have put a lot of effort into today's performance. Her tone and movements were perfectly controlled, and after the song, many young ladies from noble families couldn't help but shed tears.

Fang Qingyou felt that if it weren't for the occasional sharp glint in Fang Qingwei's eyes, she would truly resemble a beautiful Lin Daiyu, making Fang Qingyou feel sorry for her.

When it was Fang Qingyou's turn, she went on stage and painted a picture of birds playing in the warm winter sun.

She didn't do a very good job with this drawing; the birds were just drawn in simple lines.

What's outstanding is the color of the entire painting; the colors will present different scenes depending on whether there is light or not.

When the painting is exposed to sunlight, the birds' feathers become colorful and beautiful, and they frolic happily in the warm sunshine.

However, when all the light is blocked, these birds turn black and white, and the warm sun in the sky turns into the bright moonlight.

Conversely, the picture of birds playing has now transformed into a picture of birds returning to their nests.

Thus, this painting is truly remarkable.

This painting could actually be more beautiful, but Fang Qingyou's painting skills are really not that great. She only knows the basics of traditional Chinese painting. Rather than comparing herself to others with something she's not good at, she might as well use a simple yet novel style of sketching that was considered simple by ancient people. Plus, it would be much easier to finish.

The colors for this painting were prepared by Fang Qingyou long ago; this was a potion she had concocted specifically for use today.

In this way, her performance may not be considered particularly amazing, but it will definitely be refreshing and unforgettable.

After Fang Qingyou, Fang Qingyun's performance was even more stunning.

Fang Qingyun was only fourteen years old and had a petite figure.

She was wearing a special pale yellow dance costume, like a budding flower.

Yes, unlike the national beauty and captivating charm of famous flowers, this little flower is reserved and unassuming, like the most ordinary flower blooming by the roadside.

However, this flower is not unknown; it carries a faint fragrance, not strong, and has a warm color, yet it seems to turn winter into spring.

Fang Qingyun danced gracefully with her long sleeves, her movements as elegant as a small flower gradually blooming, blossoming into a splendid spring.

What's even more amazing is that her hands were initially empty, but as her wrists spun and bloomed like flowers, petals flew up and scattered in the air, releasing a delicate floral fragrance.

It was clearly a solo dance, yet for a moment, it seemed as if a myriad of beautiful flowers had bloomed in the winter, a riot of colors.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Where did these petals come from? Fang Qingyun was clearly dancing alone, and there were no dancers behind her showering petals on her. They really didn't know how she did it.

Is it a magic trick?

Many people in the audience were already mesmerized, but Fang Qingyun focused all her attention on the dance, performing earnestly, unlike those young ladies from noble families who would flirt with the audience during their performances.

With every smile and frown of Fang Qingyun, everyone seemed to witness the entire process of a beautiful flower blooming. It was there, blooming quietly but not silently, earnestly enjoying the beauty of spring and the colors of life.

It may not be the most beautiful, but it has the power to touch the heart and inspire a longing for life, making one feel that the future is full of beauty.

When the song ended, Fang Qingyun was met with a long silence, followed by thunderous applause and countless exclamations.

Even Yuan Yanran couldn't help but take another look at Fang Qingyun, never expecting that there was such a clever woman in the capital.

Luo Qianmo was somewhat surprised. He had never liked fragrances, but this floral scent was not surprising at all, and he even liked it a little.

He couldn't help but look at Fang Qingyou, and saw that her eyes were bright and expectant. He knew that Fang Qingyun's performance was probably related to this little woman.

This is Fang Qingyun's good fortune; it's only because she's close to her older sister, Fang Qingyou, that she'd be able to remain an unknown concubine's daughter forever.

Fang Qingyun took her bow with a smile, her face showing only a smile, but her heart was bursting with joy.

In this situation, she was well aware that she had attracted countless eyes this time.

In her life, she finally shone brightly.

The young ladies of the Fang family were stunned into disbelief, as if struck by lightning. They had known Fang Qingyun for over ten years, and this was the first time they had ever heard of her astonishing talent.

Is this still the same quiet, unassuming Miss Fang Liu who always seemed to have no presence?

Zhang's eyes welled up with tears. How could she not know how her daughter had endured all these years? Today, perhaps, was the most radiant moment of her life.

Fang Qingyun walked off the stage, but the discussion about her continued for a long time.

Fang Qingyun tried to calm herself down and walked back to her seat, but as she sat down, she met a friendly and gentle gaze.