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Her smooth black silk cascaded down like a waterfall, her crescent-shaped silver-white dress flowing gracefully and freely, silver ribbons draped on either side, and the clear, tinkling of silver bells. She was like a fairy, breathtakingly beautiful; even the transparent crescent-shaped mask couldn't conceal her beauty—it was a sight to behold, a beauty that captivated and overwhelmed the senses.

What appeared before everyone was a painting, so beautiful it took their breath away.

Stunned, his eyes were filled with amazement. Yelü Longxu's previously languid expression suddenly turned playful, his gaze filled with anticipation. Meng Tianfang and Ye Yan cautiously observed their lord's expression, a hint of anticipation also appearing on their faces. This person really does look like…

"Yang, who do you think he is?" A domineering face, golden and silver eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement. He took a sip of tea and smiled. Yuan Yang chuckled but didn't answer. Zhan Ge looked at his lord, a hint of worry appearing in his eyes. His gaze deepened.

"Han, do you think this is why Hua Qianmo asked us to come?" Feng Youhuang stared intently at the person on the glass platform, so otherworldly, as if she were a celestial being.

Shock also filled Xiao Han's eyes, his emerald green pupils contracting tightly. His pupils held confusion and unease. Yet, he increased the force with which he gripped the sword.

"Your Majesty, why is Consort Yu here?" Ji Yuran looked at the woman on the stage with a strange expression. Although her figure really resembled Consort Yu, the aura she exuded was so refreshing. It was completely unlike Yu Qingqing's seductive charm.

What's even more terrifying is that this woman has a calming effect; when she took off her cloak, the entire place fell silent, with only faint breathing and gasps audible.

Shen Wuyue was also filled with doubt, but he clearly saw Yu Qingqing in the audience, so this woman was... then she... Shen Wuyue suddenly felt inexplicably excited. He fiddled with the ring on his finger, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Gentle Breeze." Yu Zhou didn't know how to dance, but because of her weak constitution, her master taught her a kind of light-body skill that was not only elegant but also as fast as the wind.

In an instant, Yu Zhou's flowing ribbons dissolved, and he soared into the air like a flying fairy from Dunhuang. Even though he couldn't stay in the air for long, and his frail body prevented him from using this light-footed skill for extended periods, the dance itself wasn't very long. Compared to Hua Qianmo's emotional dance, Yu Zhou's dance was utterly cold and emotionless. Yu Zhou danced listlessly, like a remote-controlled puppet, a soulless dance, even though it was undeniably more beautiful than Hua Qianmo's. But this dance failed to move anyone. The audience was merely mesmerized, without any real excitement.

"Miss Qingfeng's dance is indeed more beautiful than Miss Huarui's, but if I may ask, have you ever been in love?" a refined young man asked Yu Zhou on the stage.

Yu Zhou's eyes were blank, and his lips were dry, making it difficult for him to speak.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on Yu Zhou, especially Hua Qianmo. He desperately wanted to know if Yu Zhou had anyone he liked. If he did, then there was still hope. Could someone as cold-hearted as Yu Zhou possibly have someone he liked? "No," Yu Zhou's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he still managed to say. A touch of melancholy crept into his brows. Yu Zhou didn't even know if he had anyone he liked. Whether in modern times or ancient times, he had always lived for the sake of his family's interests. He had never been born for love; he had only been helping his younger brother. Now… now… Yu Zhou was completely lost.

Everyone was disappointed upon hearing these words. Surely such a fairy couldn't have a heart. But Yuan Yang gave a bitter laugh, realizing she had been deluding herself all along.

"Is that so?" Feng Youhuang asked herself, but she was also asking Yu Zhou. Even though Yu Zhou couldn't hear her.

"So that's how it is, no wonder!" The boy lowered his head and glanced at Yu Zhou's bewildered expression. So that's it, so the person his brother liked was him.

Hua Qianmo looked at the refined young man with unease.

“Then, Miss Qingfeng, you have lost.” The refined young man raised an eyebrow.

Yu Zhou nodded and said, "I already know."

"The next game is the zither." The refined young man looked at Yu Zhou and said, puzzled as to why his brother would fall for such a cold and aloof woman.

Hua Qianmo lowered his head. He didn't know that Hua Wuxin had also returned, and even disguised himself. This unlucky younger brother was a troublemaker. "Why is Wuxin here, little bean? Didn't that brat say he would never see me? Did you tell that bastard where I was?"

"This servant didn't know, but when Prince Lu arrived, you were already on the stage, Master," the little boy said innocently.

Hua Qianmo was shocked: "You—you mean he saw all my performances?" Hua Qianmo was flustered. What should she do with this wicked younger brother? He was sure to be laughed to death.

The little boy nodded fearfully.

Hua Wuxin looked at her brother's expression with amusement, her eyes full of cheap amusement.

Yu Zhou, standing on the stage, had already seen everything clearly. She pondered the relationship between the two. But she failed to notice the several burning gazes directed at them, gazes so heartbreaking.

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Um, sorry about yesterday. My computer got a virus, so I reinstalled the system. I'm so upset~~ Everything I typed is gone 55555555555555, I'm totally dizzy.

[Dynasty Storm: Mask]

"I concede defeat in this round," Hua Qianmo said softly. Because he couldn't play the zither, nor was he allowed to play it, Hua Wuxin knew this perfectly well…

"Miss Hua Rui, how could you do this?" Chaos erupted below the stage. Looking at the stunningly beautiful Hua Qianmo, she shouted in disbelief.

"I admit defeat." Hua Qianmo didn't want to argue anymore.

Yu Zhou looked at the zither on the stage, which played a clear, melodious sound. His slender fingertips touched the strings.

“Since Miss Huarui has conceded defeat, Miss Qingfeng need not play any more,” Hua Wuxin said. But Yu Zhou ignored him. The strings rang out like flowing water, whispered like secret conversations. Sometimes mournful, sometimes light and cheerful.

Finally, Yu Zhou plucked the strings of his zither, his smile blooming like a plum blossom—exquisitely beautiful, captivating, and utterly cold.

"The sky is the color of rain and mist."

And I'm waiting for you.

Smoke rises in wisps

Thousands of miles across the river

The bottom of the bottle is inscribed with Han Dynasty clerical script, imitating the elegant style of previous dynasties.

Consider this a prelude to my meeting with you.

The sky is blue, waiting for the misty rain.

And I'm waiting for you.

The moonlight was scooped up

The ending was blurred.

Like the exquisite blue and white porcelain passed down through generations, it is beautiful in its own right.

"Your eyes are smiling"—it's homesickness, a longing for her younger brother, or perhaps worry about him. The rhythmic movements of her fingertips blurred, tears welled up beside her, dripping from the exquisite crescent moon mask onto the strings. Drop by drop. 'Zheng zheng'

"Brother!" Yu Qingqing called out softly, but still covered her mouth. The woman on the stage was her brother. Her brother actually knew the second half of the piece, that piece from a thousand years ago.

Everyone was shocked; this crescent-shaped maiden knew the second half of the melody—a piece that had been composed for a thousand years. This melody was not only poignant and sorrowful, but it also evoked a certain feeling, a quiet yet deadly one. The maiden before them possessed just that quality, silently captivating everyone's hearts.

"Is this the second half?" Yelü Longxu gazed alluringly at the night outside the window, then at Yu Zhou's transparent crescent-shaped mask. It was as if a magical force was fatally drawing him to lift it.