“Allow me to go down and prepare.”
“Yes.”
Bei Yutang retreated to a side hall and had the palace maids prepare the long-sleeved gown most commonly used by dancers. She also instructed the eunuchs to prepare other items.
Feng Chi sat on the throne, patiently waiting, his eyes occasionally glancing toward the hall entrance.
Suddenly, a long flute note wafted into the hall, soon joined by the sound of a zither.
As the people in the hall were captivated by the sounds of the flute and zither, a group of eunuchs carried a huge drum into the main hall. Atop the drum stood a stunning beauty. She was dressed in a fiery red dress, her long sleeves swirling around her arms.
Dong— Dong— Dong—
The thundering drum echoed, accompanied by the graceful dance moves. The long sleeves seemed to come alive in her hands, transforming in a myriad of ways. The fluttering sleeves, the graceful dance moves, and the captivating gaze all caught the eye of the man on the throne.
Feng Chi gazed at her with a cold expression, completely unmoved.
The attendant palace maids and eunuchs, however, were captivated. The beauty’s dancing was truly captivating. Unconsciously, they were drawn in, gradually immersing themselves in her graceful movements.
Bei Yutang turned and smiled at Feng Chi on the throne. She descended from the drums and, with light steps, danced swiftly through the hall.
The long-sleeved dance required the most use of her arms, and gradually, her arms began to strain. The wounds seemed to burst open, and bright red blood flowed out, though the red dress obscured the blood.
A quarter of an hour later, the music stopped, and the dance ceased.
Bei Yutang bowed to the man in the seat of honor.
“My King, are you satisfied with my dance?” Bei Yutang raised her head slightly, a hint of nervousness in her clear eyes.
Feng Chi was about to say something, but the words suddenly changed.
“Come forward.”
Feng Chi’s voice was cold, even tinged with a hint of anger.
Bei Yutang naturally heard it.
She took a few steps forward and then stopped.
Seeing that she was still standing below, Feng Chi said in a deep voice, “Come up.”
Bei Yutang obediently stepped forward, reaching his side.
“Stretch out your hands.”
Bei Yutang stretched out her hand obediently.
As soon as she stretched out her hand, Feng Chi grabbed it. The force was really strong, and the pain came suddenly, causing Bei Yutang to cry out in pain unconsciously.
“It hurts.” Bei Yutang frowned.
Feng Chi looked at her coldly.
“Does it hurt? I thought you didn’t feel pain.”
What the hell was this foolish woman doing?
Knowing her arm wound hadn’t healed, she dared to dance with long sleeves. I really want to twist her hands off and fulfill her wish.
The eunuchs and maids serving in the palace all noticed the King’s displeasure and shrank back in fear.
Bei Yutang seemed oblivious to his displeasure.
“Your Majesty, if you keep pinching, my hands will be crippled.”
Feng Chi snorted coldly, “That’s exactly what I meant.”
Bei Yutang remained silent, just looking at him quietly.
Feng Chi thought that she would beg for mercy, but after waiting for a long time and seeing no sign of her moving, he couldn’t help but look at her.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
“My life belongs to Your Majesty. Your Majesty wants my arms, and I dare not complain.” Bei Yutang said respectfully.
Feng Chi looked at her like this and felt it was extremely irritating. He let go of her hand.
“Don’t pretend in front of me.”
“I’ll give you one last chance.”
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