Huan Qin (1)

"Ha ha, this little tune is interesting. Where did that little bastard get it?"

Still in the plaza, the birthday banquet had not yet dispersed. Though something like that had happened, it was still continuing.

Originally, even if it continued, the atmosphere would certainly have been affected. Yet no one had expected Ye Lang to pull the entire mood back with a single piece of music, making it incomparably cheerful—far more so than before.

Music was sometimes just that wondrous; it could subtly alter a person's state of mind.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten about the group of people who had just been dragged out to be beheaded. Those people had rebelled, so they certainly could not live, and a bloody storm would soon rage outside. The Three Great Clans might vanish overnight.

As for Prince Wuji's family, they naturally would not meet such an end. After all, they were people of another nation. They would be kept as bargaining chips, forcing the Luther Kingdom to pay an appropriate price.

To the Vermilion Bird Empire, and to everyone present, the lives of Prince Wuji and his mother were utterly insignificant. Using such things in exchange for enormous benefits, their choice was easy to foresee.

At this time, the Vermilion Bird Emperor did nothing to Prince Wuji and his mother. He still allowed them to remain at the birthday banquet. No matter what, they were his younger sister and nephew, and today was the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet. Since the Empress Dowager had said nothing, it would continue.

This also showed one thing: the Vermilion Bird Emperor simply did not take the mother and son seriously. He knew their true circumstances and knew they could not do anything that would surprise him. He had known about what happened