Initial Volume Heaven Descends Trouble ☆ and Dear Princess Chapter 20 Heavenly Sound

  Yi Xinlan nodded in satisfaction at his answer, stood up and turned around, lifted her skirt and walked to the center of the main hall, elegantly taking a seat.

  Her slender fingers gently placed on the green jade, her lively big eyes scanned the entire scene. She didn't care if these people were scared by Ye Wuhen's words to accompany her in dance, she only knew that she couldn't let herself be embarrassed alone, and somehow had to pull someone to share the blame with.

  "Cough cough, let's begin." The Night Emperor waved his sleeve, holding a wine cup, and stifling a laugh was truly too unbearable.

  "You're really willing to spend money on her." The eighth princess of Xiao Guo looked at the black-clad man sitting on her left with a hint of meaning, who was not actually Xiao Sheng, the nephew of Jin Hou Xiao Shan, but Xiao Guo's first richest man Qian Wanshan.

  This time, Xiao Yan was sent to Ye Guo, and the reason she brought Qian Wanshan with her was because of Xiao Huang's instructions. She didn't dare ask about the details, as long as he didn't do anything that would damage the reputation of Xiao Guo, she couldn't raise any questions about it.

  Qian Wanshan is a man with a deep mind, don't be fooled by his smiling face to everyone, that's the infamous "smiling tiger" in the business world, if you trust him too much, you'll die without knowing how.

  "Shouldn't the Eighth Princess be grateful to me?" A sly smile spread across Qian Wanshan's face as he continued, "If the War King's Consort didn't dance or play the zither, how could you have tested her depth and reported back to the Emperor?"

  He has nothing else but money.

  A mere ten million taels of gold is not even worth him remembering.

  "That princess thanks you for your kindness, Mr. Qian." Xiao Yan lowered her eyelids, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

  If she were as arrogant as the Princess of Cang Guo, wouldn't there also be a chopstick piercing through her palm? Just thinking about it makes me tremble all over, Ye Jue was too ruthless.

  She originally thought that the Night Kingdom would not attach too much importance to the Princess of Peace from the Southern Kingdom, but unexpectedly, the War King was so protective of her. However, the more Night Absolute Dust showed concern for Yixin, the more she saw through his intentions.

  "This young master's one million two hundred thousand taels of gold is well spent, not only can he listen to the War King's wife sing a song, but also watch her dance under the War King's palace, it's truly exhilarating."

  War King Ye Jue was seven years old when he became famous, and in the four countries of the Floating Continent, he was a presence that no one knew or heard of. He would actually accompany a woman to dance, it can be imagined, this woman occupied a position of great importance in his heart.

  "That princess also has a good temperament, listening to a song and watching a dance. Such an excellent man, from head to toe, didn't give her a proper look, making Xiao Yan suddenly lose confidence in her appearance."

  In fact, compared with Yixin, she can't be called a 'beauty' at all.

  "Sixth brother, do you really want to...?" Nan Rong's shallow words and watery gaze fell lightly on Ye Jue's body, conveying unspoken affection. His slender fingers dug deeply into his palm, was he really going to dance with that woman?

  No, her dust, how can it be...

  She married the crown prince, but her heart still lingered on him who had disappeared into the night dust. Two years passed, he didn't take a wife, and in the War King's residence, her favorite Snow Orchid was still being cultivated. She thought that in his heart, she was still the most important one.

  But on their wedding day, Yixin fainted and she saw Ye Juedu rush out of the Golden Hall with her in his arms. Others may not have noticed, but she saw worry and heartache in Ye Juedu's eyes.

  He used to be heartbroken for her alone.

  "Bring me the sword."

  A powerful voice fell from the night sky, and the cold figure standing behind him shuddered, with cold sweat dripping down.

  "Yes."

  Her ten fingers lightly brushed the strings of the zither, and with a loud "twang", the sound was so sharp that it pierced people's eardrums. Everyone who heard it covered their ears with both hands and glared at her angrily.

  Anyone who knows a little about music theory would know that someone who can tune like this must not be good at playing the guqin.

  Suddenly, all sorts of ambiguous gazes fell on Yixin's body, only Ye Juedi, who walked to her side with a sword in hand, had no expression, "Don't cause me trouble."

  The secret between him and Nan Rong was like a dusty memory, a wound in his heart, and also the past he least wanted to mention again.

  Yi Xin's attitude towards Nan Rong made him keenly aware that this seemingly foolish girl had an overly meticulous heart, and she seemed to know something.

  "What's it to you if I get into trouble?"

  She raised an eyebrow, her eyes cast downward, staring at the pale fingers on the strings of the guqin. Her teeth were clenched tightly on her lip, and she couldn't understand why she was so concerned about the silent exchange of glances between Ye Juechen and Nan Rongshangyu.

  With a woman's innate intuition, she could almost guess what kind of relationship they had between them.

  If we're lovers, why should we be apart?

  Since they loved each other, why did one become a crown princess and the other marry her?

  If it weren't for this marriage and family, would she have come into this world, become his bride, and silently endured the improper relationship between him and her?

  "You..."

  "Your Majesty, I've decided to change the tune. It's just that I couldn't bear to have my husband dance for others to see, so I'll keep it for myself to enjoy at home."

  Her heart stained with words, she didn't care about Ye's shocked expression, nor did she wait for Ye Huang to speak. Her ten fingers lightly plucked the silver strings of the guqin, and a melody that was vastly different from the music at hand floated out.

  Under the bright moonlight, Yixin wore a long white dress that seemed to blend with the moon's color. Only her crimson lips were visible as she sang a beautiful song, and her voice infected everyone present.

  Snowflakes fall on the umbrella of human relationships

  At first glance, it's clean and flawless

  Who sighs for the loved one who left behind regret?

  The rouge is applied, the red makeup is painted

  The fallen flowers scatter at the edge of the sky

  In front of the window, the pure white moonlight shines again

  Looking back, the years are covered in wind and frost

  Endless longing, fallen leaves accompany the rain as winter goes and spring returns

  Who is still standing in the same place, looking back?

  At the past that can't be seen through

  Thinking of a place to bury and grow hope

  Fallen leaves accompany the rain, blurring the paradise

  Who is still shouting at the end?

  The fallen leaves are melancholic and sorrowful, yet seem carefree

  Drifting gently onto the water's surface

  With the withered yellow leaves, melancholic and sorrowful, yet seem carefree

  Whispering softly about whose misfortune

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  Yi Xinxian is a weirdo in the family, disliking modern music but extremely fond of ancient instruments. She's not proficient in every single one, but none are too difficult for her either.

  Her love had not yet blossomed when it already came to an end.

  The man in her parents' and brothers' eyes, the man she thought was worthy of marrying, was the one who deceived her the most. If he didn't want to marry her, if he had someone else in his heart, why didn't he tell her directly? Why did he have to wait until that woman showed up at her engagement party with a big belly, making her a laughing stock in front of everyone?

  Her soul traversed a different world, she was without dependence or support, could it be that even the last thread of warmth was impossible to grasp?

  But as a lonely ghost, can she still hope to get love?

  And will her love be this Dust Night who despises her troubles?

  If she wasn't particularly concerned about him, why would she lose control of the anger in her heart when she saw him exchanging glances with Nan Rong, and change the song she was going to play at the last minute.

  As expected, she was concerned about him.

  But he didn't care about her as much as she thought.

  It was probably not because he cared about her so much, but rather that he couldn't lose the face of Ye Guo.