Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

Translator: Paperplane

No one else stepped up to perform.

Ouyang Xiu glanced at Han Moze with a dark and sunken gaze.

If Han Moze wasn’t the Emperor of Beiming, he would have really wanted to smash his face in. On the inside, he grunted coldly.

Then, he looked over at Liu Rushuang. “Princess Changping, it’s your turn,” he said with a dull voice.

Liu Rushuang thought about how everyone looked down on her. Her face looked like the winter’s snow, as a dark tide rushed into her eyes.

She stood up and turned to face the Emperor. “I’m not sure what kind of talent to perform, and would like to ask the emperor to choose one at random for me. Would you mind giving me the honour?” She asked with a composed voice.

The audience in the hall were suddenly shocked by her words.

That fool can’t do a thing, and yet she wants the emperor to pick a talent at random?

How truly embarrassing!

Ouyang Xiu looked at Liu Rushuang with even more dislike and neglect. She’s really an embarrassment to Nanli.

He turned his head and flatly spoke to the empress. “My empress, choose a talent and we’ll go with that one!”

The empress thought about it with ominous eyes and smirked coldly. “Give us a little dance!”

She was still upset by the Emperor of Beiming’s comments about her daughter’s performance.

If Liu Rushuang’s performance wasn’t as good as her daughter Yaoyi’s, then he would be truly stupid to still choose Liu Rushuang!

With that thought, her cold smirk deepened.

Liu Rushuang shook her head and let out a soft sigh. The empress had to choose the one talent she was best at. “Yes, your majesty,” she said flatly.

Liu Rushuang wore white and a natural coat of makeup. Her black hair flowed behind her like a celestial.

Soon enough, the music played. f𝔯𝒆𝚎𝚠𝑒𝚋𝓃૦νℯƖ.co𝘮

Liu Rushuang followed the beat, raised her wrists and lowered her brows. At times, she drifted as soft as a cloud, her jade sleeves rose like the natural wind, and she looked both gracious and elegant.

Her body was as soft as clouds, both her arms moved fluidly like she had no bones. Each step she took resembled spinning lotus flowers.

The dance separated her body from the shadows. Were even they still on Earth?

She shifted as slow as a light cloud but swirled like a tornado... Every move reenacted the lines of a poem of a story of happiness and sadness of parting ways and reuniting.

Her bare hands lingered and twirled. Her dress flew and a pair of smokey yet watery eyes never stopped speaking to the crowd. The dance of the flowing and flying light made her look like a complete flower in the fog. The hazy mist flashed beautiful colours, and yet it was so unattainable.

The picture of the butterfly’s flying dance between the flowers bubbled like flowing water. It resembled the clear moon of a deep mountain, the first ray of sunshine upon an alley, and the round nectar of the tip of lotus leaves.

Her beauty made people drunk!

...

The eyes of people around the hall shot wide open, as they all sighed deep down inside.

Truly beautiful! It was too beautiful!

How did this fool become so good at dancing?

Han Moze’s gaze glistened as he watched Liu Rushuang.

He never imagined that this woman would have such good fundamental dancing skills!

Liu Rushuang maintained a calm look on her face, as she danced she had practiced so bitterly.

This was what her own mother taught her.

Who knows just how many times she danced it in front of her grave. For a long time now, she was able to dance it fluidly without having to think about it.

But she danced and danced until the base of her eyes turned a little red.

As soon as she turned, her gaze was as dark as an endless abyss.

Han Moze stared at Liu Rushuang and lost himself for a split-second. His heart couldn’t help but feel hurt.

He helplessly shook his head. This woman really was his nemesis!

The generals of Beiming and Minister of Rites nodded at Liu Rushuang and had never ending praise for her.

Although she looked ordinary, her dance was truly amazing!

Liu Rushuang ignored the emperor, the empress and the others’ extremely dark expressions. She also ignored all the gazes of jealousy and admiration.

She sank into her own world, where she earnestly danced the routine filled with longing.

Her endless flying stances spread open and her exquisite figure, hands, and feet were coordinated.

...

After the dance ended, she stood obediently, waiting in the center of the hall.

“Good! Great!” Exclaimed Han Moze as he immediately started applauding.

The state officials of Beiming also smiled and applauded with him.

Deep down inside, the people of Nanli were a little pissed off.

Didn’t the rumors say that the Third Young Miss of the Liu family was a fool?

But how could a fool dance such an outstanding dance?

Quite a few princesses, princes, and daughters of the state officials glared at Liu Ruyue and Liu Ruxing with hostility.

Liu Ruyue and Liu Ruxing’s bodies tensed up, as they stared at Liu Rushuang with wide eyes.

That fool was actually... incredible?!

This must be a dream! It must be!