This time.
Gone was the sensation of having the top of his skull blown off, but now Chu Wenzong felt uncomfortable from head to toe.
It was... almost as though he had gone back to the time when the late emperor passed away.
All the officials and their families present also looked toward Jiang Yourning with indescribable expressions, finding even the fish hard to stomach.
At last.
After everyone had experienced what it felt like to accompany a funeral procession, Jiang Yourning lowered the suona.
"Girl, what tune was that?"
"Your Majesty, this piece is called Celebration. Nothing could be more fitting for celebrating General Zheng's return to the capital."
Jiang Yourning answered obediently.
Little Widow Visits the Grave~ You're welcome~
Come to think of it, I must be the only person under heaven who would dare play a tune like this at court. I'm pretty amazing~
"..."
Chopsticks and plates went clattering down once again.
Jiang He stared motionlessly at his sister not far away, whose every smile and expression was indistinguishable from those of a well-bred young lady, and felt his fists tighten.
The little brat was far too bold.
Little Widow...?
And she actually dared deceive the emperor by saying the tune was called Celebration?
Luckily... he was the only one who knew the truth.
Chu Wenzong took several deep breaths. He wanted to have her beaten, but Jiang Yourning's performance thus far had been utterly beyond reproach.
He fell silent for several seconds, then could only say with a smile, "You played reasonably well. You may go."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Jiang Yourning sauntered back to her seat.
Just then, Cui Zhao'an raised her cup toward Chu Wenzong with a warm smile. "Your Majesty, may I offer you a toast?"
Chu Wenzong suddenly looked a little