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"Pfft..."

The sound of flesh being pierced suddenly rang out, sounding particularly abrupt in the silent space.

His brow furrowed deeply, and an unbearable pain shot through his chest. He slowly lowered his eyes in disbelief, his gaze falling on the hilt of his sword.

The longsword had already pierced his heart, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. Then, it suddenly slammed onto the ground, leaving a crimson stain. The next instant, he fell straight down.

Eyes widened.

Wei Jian coldly stepped forward to close his eyes, and as he stood up, he casually drew his long sword.

In an instant, a small spurt of blood gushed out from the wound, and in the blink of an eye, it stained the original color of the clothes dark red.

Wei Jian, carrying a long sword, resembled a demon in the dark night.

After scanning the people around him, he finally looked at the head eunuch and said, word by word, "If you don't dare to bear the consequences, I will!"

After saying that, he raised his head and waved his hand, "Take them all away, don't let a single one escape."

After a long while, the head eunuch finally realized what was happening, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Lord Wei, could you please give this servant some advice on what to do with this empty space?" The head eunuch sighed softly, his facial features contorted in worry.

"I have a solution!"

A charming and alluring voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Everyone in the inner room turned to look, and what came into view was a woman dressed in a pale yellow dress, with hair ornaments hanging down naturally, and the jewels and jade accentuating her skin, which was whiter than snow.

She just stood there, and everything behind her seemed to be automatically ignored.

The head eunuch's brow remained furrowed. "And who is this young lady?"

Meng Youning already suffers from a cough and cannot run fast.

After a brief discussion, Meng Youning decided to let Sang Luan go first.

"Madam Feng," Wei Jian said calmly, "can be trusted."

The head eunuch was taken aback. "Madam Feng? Which Madam Feng?"

The next moment, it suddenly dawned on me, oh, it's Madam Feng.

His expression finally softened a bit, and a smile appeared on his lips. "You just said you had a solution?"

Sang Luan nodded slightly, "That's right, as long as you do as I say, there will be absolutely no problem."

The head eunuch's eyes lit up immediately, a hint of expectation in them. "Please, young lady, save my life."

“Tell me, what kind of opera is Fushengxian best at singing?” Sang Luan glanced at the head eunuch. “Have you ever thought about why, out of so many people in Shengjing who love to sing, His Majesty prefers to listen to Fushengxian?”

The head eunuch gritted his teeth, "This..."

Seeing his puzzled expression, Sang Luan stopped keeping him in suspense.

Everyone in the palace follows the Emperor's orders without question. If the Emperor says he wants to hear a song sung by a wandering soul, the people below will naturally assume that the Emperor only likes the actors in "Floating Life and Leisure".

But since they enjoy listening to music, they don't care who sings it; they only care about what song the person on stage is singing and whether they have conveyed the meaning of the song.

The head eunuch said, "His Majesty prefers Huangmei Opera, a type of music that only Fushengxian has."

Sang Luan smiled brightly, "Isn't that easy? All we need to do is find someone who can sing Huangmei Opera, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the head eunuch's expression changed, and he said with a bitter face, "You make it sound easy, but how can it be found so easily? It will take more than ten years, and it will be exposed as soon as it is put on stage."

"Don't be in such a hurry," Sang Luan said. "What if there were such a person?"

The head eunuch's brows were so furrowed they could have trapped a fly, when suddenly something occurred to him, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes. "Could it be that you know how?"

Sang Luan readily shook her head, "I can't."

The next moment, a cold voice rang out from outside the door, "I will."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in pink suddenly appear in their line of sight.

"And who are you?" the head eunuch asked with a suspicious look.

"Princess Consort," Sang Luan explained patiently to him.

Upon hearing this, the head eunuch was startled. What was going on today? First, Lord Wei brought people to tell him that there was an assassin in the opera troupe, then the Grand Secretary's wife came, and now even the Crown Prince's wife has arrived.

He hurriedly bowed to Meng Youning, his tone respectful, "This servant was unaware of the arrival of the Crown Princess, I deserve to die."

Meng Youning waved her hand casually and parted her lips slightly, "It's alright. I just heard you talking about looking for someone who can sing Huangmei Opera. Coincidentally, I can sing a little bit."

Sang Luan smiled. Meng Youning had loved opera since she was a child and was also talented in this area, leaving many of her peers far behind.

Going on stage and singing would be a piece of cake for her.

"The Crown Princess is truly multi-talented." A troubled look crossed the head eunuch's face. "But what if..."

He didn't say the rest, but everyone understood what he meant.

It's nothing more than not wanting to take responsibility and having doubts about Meng Youning's singing ability.

Meng Youning didn't hesitate and immediately performed a piece, her voice delicate, her tone melodious and graceful, her emotions sincere and moving.

Just one line is enough to tell that this is not something just anyone can sing.

"How about it?" Meng Youning raised an eyebrow. "Is this feasible?"

The head eunuch immediately felt much more at ease and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, this is perfect."

He paused, then tentatively asked, "They originally prepared 'The Fairy Couple,' but I wonder if the Crown Princess knows this song?"

Meng Youning nodded. "Okay."

The head eunuch felt as if he had grasped a lifeline, and finally let out a heavy sigh of relief, unable to hold back his tears of joy.

She murmured softly, "There's hope, there's hope now."

Meanwhile, everyone in the opera troupe had their faces washed clean and were being led to Wei Jian.

Wei Jian's eyes narrowed, and he struck one of the men's shoulders with his right hand.

Then came the second one, the third one...

The room was instantly filled with wails.

The look in their eyes told him that they were definitely more than just singers.

The singer's eyes wouldn't have such intense resentment and anger.

After slapping everyone on the shoulder, a look of disappointment crossed Wei Jian's face.

At this moment, the members of the opera troupe had already removed their outer robes, leaving only their undergarments, which were just a thin layer, and there was nothing left to hide on their bodies.

Wei Jian snorted coldly and slowly walked past them, saying, "Let's see how long you can hold out."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man directly in front of him suddenly sprang to his feet, roaring with bloodshot eyes, "You lackey of the dog emperor, I'll fight you to the death!"

He immediately lunged straight at Wei Jian, his gaze fixed on the long sword, and reached out to snatch it.

The next moment, Wei Jian kicked him to the ground, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.