The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

Su Yaoyao calmly rose and curtsied to the Emperor and Empress: "Please allow me to change my clothes."

The Empress nodded with a smile: "Go then."

She turned and left her seat, her skirt swaying.

Xiao Chenyuan's gaze followed her back until she disappeared behind the side hall door, then he slowly withdrew his gaze and gently tapped his knee with his fingertips.

Chun Tao was already waiting in the side hall, holding a brocade box in her hands—this was something the young lady had specifically asked her to bring before entering the palace, saying, "just in case."

Su Yaoyao opened the brocade box, inside which was a fiery red dance costume.

She chuckled inwardly; she had prepared this outfit long ago.

The second rule of the transmigrated woman: Be prepared for any unexpected "talent competition" at any banquet.

In her past life, she was in the entertainment industry, so she had no shortage of skills in handling situations... Any one of her stories would be enough to open the eyes of these ancient people.

Upon returning to the hall, all eyes immediately focused on them.

Her red dress, as fiery as fire, accentuated her snow-white skin.

The top was tight-fitting, with the cuffs rolled up, revealing two sections of snow-white forearms;

Her lower garment was a layered gauze skirt, the hem of which was adorned with tiny gold bells that jingled as she moved.

Her figure was perfectly accentuated by the tight dance costume, with a slender waist and full breasts and hips, exuding a healthy and voluptuous beauty.

She walked step by step to the center of the hall, her steps were graceful, her waist swayed gently, and the gold threads on her skirt shimmered under the palace lanterns.

Xiao Chenyuan's hand holding the wine glass suddenly tightened.

He looked at her, at her slightly raised chin, at the familiar, cunning yet confident light in her eyes, and suddenly felt his throat go dry.

Xiao Qiming was completely stunned—he had never seen Su Yaoyao like this before. When had the woman who used to follow him around, dressed simply and with her head bowed, ever been so radiant and dazzling?

The musician looked at her somewhat helplessly—what music should accompany this dance?

Su Yaoyao nodded slightly to the musician and said a few words softly. The musician paused for a moment, then nodded and tuned the strings.

Music begins.

Su Yaoyao's red dress fluttered, her waist incredibly flexible.

She skillfully blends the charm of modern and classical dance, and every gesture, every glance, carries a vibrant vitality.

Her voluptuous figure became an advantage at this moment, sexy yet not vulgar, glamorous and confident.

That wasn't a sickly beauty like a willow swaying in the breeze, but a vibrant and dazzling beauty in full bloom.

The entire hall was completely silent.

Xiao Yue's eyes turned red with jealousy—how could this be? How could this good-for-nothing dance so well?!

The wine cup in the hand of the Second Prince Xiao Qiming shattered with a "crack," and wine splashed all over him.

He had never seen Su Yaoyao like this before—dazzling, captivating, breathtakingly beautiful, and also...enragingly jealous.

She should have been his! Such a radiant and dazzling woman should have danced only for him!

He suddenly remembered that she had asked to learn piano and dance before, but he had impatiently said, "What's the point of learning those things? Someone like you wouldn't be able to learn them well."

So... she actually does? She's been hiding her true abilities all along? Or... she's never shown him her true self at all?

He stared intently at the red figure on the stage, his eyes swirling with shock, infatuation, and intense regret—this was the Su Yaoyao he had once disliked for being fat? He had actually thought she was vulgar and talentless?

Was he blind back then?!

At the Crown Prince's table, Xiao Chenyuan's gaze never left Su Yaoyao.

Watching her hair fly as she twirls, watching her snow-white neck as she tilts her head back, watching her every captivating glance and smile.

It felt like there was a fire burning inside me.

His mouth was parched from the burning sensation, and he felt an urge to rush forward and embrace that splash of red tightly, so that no one could see her beauty.

But at the same time, an indescribable sense of pride rose in his chest—look, this is the woman he has chosen.

So dazzling, so unique.

The dance ended.

Su Yaoyao finished her pose with an extreme backbend, her red skirt spreading out on the ground like the most vibrant flower.

The silence lasted for three breaths.

Chu Qingzi paused for a long time while peeling the grapes before gently putting the pulp into her mouth.

"good--!"

The emperor clapped his hands and laughed heartily, his face beaming with delight: "Young lady of the Su family, you've been hiding your talent! This dance is truly exceptional!"

The entire hall seemed to awaken from a dream, and exclamations of praise and applause rose and fell.

"So beautiful..."

"Miss Su has such a talent?"

"I really misjudged him before..."

Su Yaoyao slowly straightened up, her chest still rising and falling slightly, fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and her cheeks flushed an alluring red from the exercise. She looked at Xiao Chenyuan and gave him a bright smile.

Xiao Chenyuan's Adam's apple bobbed. At this moment, he felt drunk. Among all the guests in the hall, he could only see her.

My heart was pounding.

He knew she was beautiful, but he didn't know she could be this beautiful. Like a flame, she burned relentlessly into people's eyes and hearts.

He walked slowly towards her.

But someone was even faster!

Princess Anar pushed aside the Crown Prince and rushed to Su Yaoyao, grabbing her hand in one swift motion.

"My dear sister! Your dance has touched my heart! It's more beautiful than the wildest horse on our grasslands!" She blushed with excitement.

"How about you come back to the Northern Desert with me! Marry my brother! My brother is even more handsome than me, and much stronger than your crown prince. I guarantee you'll like him—"

The old envoy nearly choked on his own breath: "Princess! Watch your words! Watch your words!"

Crown Prince Xiao Chenyuan's face turned completely black.

He walked to Su Yaoyao's side, pushed past the princess, and raised his hand—naturally tidying her slightly disheveled hair, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her earlobe.

Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You jumped very well."

He paused, his voice lower, carrying a dangerous tenderness:

"But from now on... you're only allowed to dance for me."

A warm breath brushed past her ear, sending a shiver down Su Yaoyao's spine.

She turned her head to look at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes: "Is Your Highness jealous?"

Xiao Chenyuan brushed his fingertips across her sweaty forehead, his voice even deeper: "I do not like others thinking about you."

"Then Your Highness will have to keep a close eye on me." Su Yaoyao blinked. "It seems quite a few people are eyeing me."

As she spoke, she looked at Anar, who was still holding her hand tightly.

Anar was completely oblivious to the Crown Prince's murderous gaze, still immersed in her excitement: "Sister Su, don't leave after the banquet, I'll give you something good!"

She leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "I guarantee you'll like it."

Su Yaoyao smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Xiao Chenyuan looked at their clasped hands, expressionless, and gently pulled Su Yaoyao back to his side, saying calmly to Anar:

"Princess, it's time."

Anar seemed to only then notice the Crown Prince's unpleasant expression. She pouted, reluctantly letting go of his hand, and before leaving, she blew Su Yaoyao a kiss: "Wait for me~".

Xiao Chenyuan frowned slightly, stared at her for a moment, and then suddenly reached out and gently wiped her lips—the lip rouge on her lips had smudged a little while she was dancing.

A touch of crimson tinge appeared on my fingertips.

He withdrew his hand, his tone indifferent: "Return to your seats."

But as he turned around, Su Yaoyao clearly saw him quietly tuck the finger stained with lipstick into his sleeve.

A smile curved her lips.

A man who says one thing but means another.

The banquet continued, and the sounds of string and wind instruments rose again.

But everyone's gaze couldn't help but drift from time to time to that red figure and the aloof and moon-like Crown Prince beside her.

Red and white, passion and aloofness, surprisingly harmonize.

It's as if they were born to stand side by side.

"King of the Northern Desert...do you prefer strong, muscular men?"

Su Yaoyao was taken aback, then burst into laughter and collapsed onto the table.

"Your Highness," she said, suppressing a laugh, "are you...competing with someone you've never even met? Don't you know what kind of person I like?"

Xiao Chenyuan turned his face away, his ears turning slightly red, his voice muffled:

"...I don't have it."

The palace banquet continued, and the sounds of string and wind instruments rose again.

No one noticed that in the shadows in the corner of the hall, a seemingly inconspicuous figure stood quietly.

The man was dressed as an ordinary servant, with his head down, most of his face hidden in shadow.

Only a pair of slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, in the dim light, followed that crimson figure, flashing with amazement and an intense, irrepressible interest.

"Master...you have truly impressed me."