Chapter 12: Bei Ming Chen Xuan 2

“My sister, Mu Qingyun, has always been well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics, and her talent in poetry and song is excellent. I wonder if she might come up and demonstrate?” Mu Qingyun, oh Mu Qingyun, you brought this upon yourself!

As these words were spoken, the Empress Dowager’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant, though she said nothing. A deep mockery flashed in Qingyun’s eyes. Beiming Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. The Emperor’s brow furrowed, but he found it difficult to speak: “Which one is Mu Qingyun?”

Qingyun rose slowly, her voice still cold and aloof, though her tone carried a hint of mockery: “Mu Qingyun? There is no such person, but I am called Qingyun!” Her attitude was as indifferent as if she were dealing with the most ordinary of people, showing no pretense whatsoever because of the other party’s status.

Looking toward the sound, she stood there in purple robes, her temperament unruly, her expression languid, eyes slightly narrowed. She moved slowly, neither humble nor pushy, possessing a myriad of charms!

“Audacious! How dare you not kneel upon seeing the Emperor! And you dare to refer to yourself as ‘I’!” No one else had spoken, but Princess Xingdie, standing to the side, was deeply jealous!

“Hmph—I choose not to kneel, and I call myself ‘I’. What can you do about it?” Qingyun was just that kind of person—unruly and unrestrained!

Hearing this, everyone gasped in unison. Beiming Cheng curled his lips, while the Emperor’s eyes seemed to look through Qingyun, traversing time and space to gaze at someone else. He thought of that woman as pure as snow, who was just like this—unruly, unrestrained, and possessing a backbone of steel! That was the woman he loved most! “Good! I wonder what you would like to demonstrate?”

Qingyun coldly raised an eyebrow and curled her lips into a smile. “Demonstrate? I wonder what there is to demonstrate? Or rather, is Mu Qinglan worth me demonstrating for?” Mu Qinglan, I bet you never imagined that the current Mu Qingyun is no longer the Mu Qingyun of the past! She is the ace assassin of the 21st century!

“What an unruly temperament!” Unexpectedly, the Emperor was not angry at all. Truly, once someone is held in one’s heart, everything they do seems perfect! “You may demonstrate whatever you wish! You need not consider anyone else’s face!”

Qingyun’s willow-leaf eyebrows curved, one hand behind her back: “Then, the zither it is.” She wanted to humiliate her through the zither! Didn’t she want to make her look foolish? Then she would use her own methods against her!

After speaking, ignoring everyone, she walked onto the stage. Her index finger moved lightly. Compared to Mu Qinglan’s, her zither music was not like flowing clouds and water, but rather carried the flavor of a wandering hero—clanging with a fierce spirit, filled with love, hate, grievances, and the bitterness of life. As the music played, Qingyun closed her languid eyes, her thin lips parting slightly.

“I wonder how many have turned to cannon fodder, Burying their lives in this battlefield of the Jianghu. I frown, smelling the filthy desires, Chasing after legendary martial arts and treasures. I sigh at how the world is blinded by greed, Who can truly calculate the cause and effect of love and hate? Those great figures, for the sake of a secret manual, Can gamble away the lives of the masses in a single thought. You say that to be a person is to be a king, Standing above ten thousand people. I say you should savor, The soup she brewed for you. The courage and sincerity you possess, Should bloom for her, Don’t make clothes for others. The affairs of the Jianghu are but a dream. I step fearlessly onto the Tiger Prison Pass, Looking down at this greedy battlefield with a wave of my hand. A single strike shatters the general’s tent, Then I cast aside the long spear in my hand. Let you all steal and fight, I only wish to return to her side, To quietly admire the beauty of the mundane world. I sigh at how the world is blinded by greed, Who can truly calculate the cause and effect of love and hate? Those great figures, for the sake of a secret manual, Can gamble away the lives of the masses in a single thought. You say that to be a person is to be a king, Standing above ten thousand people. I say you should savor, The soup she brewed for you. The courage and sincerity you possess, Should bloom for her, Don’t make clothes for others. The affairs of the Jianghu are but a dream. You say that to be a person is to be a king, Standing above ten thousand people. I say you should savor, The soup she brewed for you. The courage and sincerity you possess, Should bloom for her, Don’t make clothes for others. The affairs of the Jianghu are but a dream!”

As the song ended, Qingyun slowly opened her eyes, thinking of that flash of red in the depths of her heart. Qinghuang, where are you now? Are you doing well? Did you avenge me? Or were you also trapped by the BOSS’s snare?

Everyone stared in shock at the unruly woman on the stage. Beiming Hao, a man who had no interest in anything other than fine food, also cast a glance at Qingyun on the stage.

Just as Qingyun was about to step off the stage, “Ah—Father, save me!” A pleasant male voice came from above. Although the tone was somewhat childish, it had a magnetic, low quality to it—it was very pleasant to hear!

Everyone looked over and saw a purple figure falling from above!

“Xuan’er!” the Emperor exclaimed in a loss of composure.

Hearing that voice, Qingyun felt a tremor in her heart. She looked up, her eyes narrowing. A rope hidden in her sleeve flew upward, tethering to the rafters. She leaped into the air, reached out to wrap her arms around Beiming Chenxuan’s waist, and descended slowly. In that instant, the world and all things faded into nothingness; there were only two figures in purple.

When Qingyun lowered her eyes again, she saw a pair of eyes as clean as if they had no impurities! Qingyun’s heart was fiercely touched. These clean eyes were now filled with mist, fear, worry, and terror, his mouth slightly pouting—how adorable. Beiming Chenxuan seemed to sense Qingyun’s gaze and looked up, his eyes meeting hers. This one glance felt as if it were ten thousand years late!

“In the north there is a beauty, peerless and independent!” This was the only phrase Qingyun could find to describe him after seeing Beiming Chenxuan’s face!

If he were not a fool, this face alone would surely capture the hearts of countless young girls! Even now, as a fool, this face had already captivated the eyes of many!