The Fourth Lady

Chapter 141 A Devastating Dance

When everyone heard this, they were all unconcerned. Those who didn't attend the Talent Conference

all knew that Liushang has always been someone who thinks highly of himself. Moreover, he cherishes

his Fengyao Guqin* very much, why would he play an accompaniment for a mere General's daughter.

(*T/N: Similar to a zither but only seven strings.)

Furthermore, this General's daughter was even an idiot.

Liushang thought back to this young girl's performance during the Talent Conference and recalled how

she was able to recognize this Fengyao Guqin at a glance that day. Just when they all thought that

Hongjia Emperor was going to help Liushang refuse, Liushang stood up first. He looked to Hongjia

Emperor and bowed at the waist, "If I can play an accompaniment for this kind of girl, then it's this

humble subject's honor."

Qingyan looked to Liushang's appearance and delightfully curved her lips. She just knew that Liushang

would definitely not reject her, because Liushang also had his own hidden agenda. And that's for the

sake of proving whether or not she was the former Qilian Qingyan. However, this bit wasn't important.

Qilian Yuran knows Liushang's temperament, and she too thought that Liushang would refuse.

However she didn't expect that Liushang would actually agree to Su Qingyan's request.

"Alright, since Liushang has agreed, then if you, Su Qingyan, performs poorly when the time comes,

this consort will be punishing you."

In places where there's Qilian Yuran, Hongjia Emperor only needs to be in charge of watching the

show. But he was also very curious as to how this young girl before him, who once embarrassed

herself three years ago, would perform now.

Qingyan still maintained a smile on her face and bowed, "This subject-daughter accepts the decree.

Please allow this subject-daughter to change attire."

Hongjia Emperor solemnly nodded at Qingyan. Qingyan had carried with her a custom made dance

clothes, a moon white long dress that draped to the floor. And only with this kind of long dress can the

charm of the 'Qing Cheng Dance' be delicately brought out.

(*T/N: Qing Cheng literally translates to overturning a state. It's used as a way to describe a beautiful

woman thus can be also translated to 'devastating'.)

When Liushang saw this long dress, he couldn't help widening his eyes. But before waiting for him to

respond, voice sounded by his ears, "I wonder if gentleman Liushang knows how to play the song

[Qing Guo Qing Cheng*]."

(*T/N: Literal translation would be 'capable of causing downfall to a country or state; figuratively it's

used as an idiom to describe a woman as 'devastatingly beautiful'.)

Listening to Qingyan's words, Liushang couldn't help clenching his fist. His gaze towards her still

carried a hint of inquiry, but he saw that Qingyan's eyes were so tranquil, without a trace of disturbance.

Liushang looked to Qingyan and eventually nodded at her.

Liushang was once fortunate enough to have seen Qilian Qingyan's 'Qing Cheng Dance' before. And

that dance's accompaniment was this [Qing Guo Qing Cheng] piece.

There's a beautiful woman in the north, exceptional and independent.

One look collapses city walls, look again falls the country.

Would rather not know the downfall of the city and state?

Such beauty is difficult to obtain again!

The qin slowly sounded and the dance steps begun. Dragging the trailing long dress, she suddenly

leapt backwards. The cloud like long sleeves beautifully drew a perfect arc in midair. This is precisely

the so called 'light sway of the sleeves draws the butterfly to dance, slender waist slowly twist at the silk

waistband.'

Following along the music's rhythm, the beautiful figure fluttered like a butterfly dancing lightly and

gracefully. She carried on her face a seamless smile, like red plum flower solely blooming in the cold on

a cold winter night.

She twirled around and around, forgetting herself. The red spider lilies on hem of the dress appeared

as if they were blooming in the wind. The gentle breeze brushed up her long delicate black hair, landing

on her face, yet it didn't affect her beauty in the slightest.

Spinning and spinning, the cloud like sleeves accompanied by the breeze rustled in the dark night,

unexpectedly sounding similar to musical movements of the piece being played.

The music abruptly stopped, and she halted her steps. Using the long cloud like sleeves, she drew a

curve in midair.

That smile when she turned around to glance back, unexpectedly carried a magnitude of grace.

The song ended, and the dance finished. Everyone all seemed to be still immersed in that dance just

now, and have yet to come to their senses. A moment later, did the applause finally sounded.

When Qilian Yuran and Liushang saw this dance, they were beyond surprised. Liushang looked as if he

maintained calm on the surface, but on the inside the waves were already surging forth.

And Qilian Yuran was so astonished that she didn't even realize the teacup in her hand had fallen.

This dance she was more than familiar with. This was her blood related niece's creation, 'Qing Cheng

Dance'.

Qilian Qingyan once said: 'This dance has the ability to entice the heart, because every movement all

incorporated this bewitching overtone. Thus, I named it Qing Cheng Dance.'

And now after more than ten years later, she actually saw this dance again. As for the dancer, she

would always try to overlap her figure with Qilian Qingyan.

At present, Liushang and Qilian Yuran weren't the only ones who were shocked, even Yaochi and

Yanmei, who were standing atop a tree observing Su Qingyan, were quite startled when they saw this

scene too.

Because this dance was Qilian Qingyan's own unique dance. Of the people of this world, apart from

her, afraid it's impossible for there to be a second person who can perform it. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Elder brother, could she really be the pavilion master's reincarnation?" Yanmei looked to Yaochi with a

startled expression, "Isn't this 'Qing Cheng Dance' the best proof?"

Yaochi looked to Yanmei and didn't speak for quite a while. Finally, he slowly opened his mouth, "It's

precisely because of such that we can't just easily assume she's the pavilion master's reincarnation.

After all, the pavilion master has already passed away for five years."

Qilian Yuran stifled the difficult to control emotions in her heart and looked to Su Qingyan asking,

"Where did you learn this dance from?"

Qingyan already knew that Qilian Yuran would definitely ask this question. She looked to Qilian Yuran

smiling, "This dance this subject-daughter learned in a dream."

Qilian Yuran looked to Qingyan, the expression on her face immediately sunk as she coldly spoke,

"You dare to deceive this consort?"

"Your Highness, this dance this subject-daughter certainly did learn in a dream. The woman that taught

this subject-daughter this dance likes to wear all red, and on that outfit embroidered 'Chinese flowering

crabapples*'. She once said to this subject-daughter that her personal name was called: Qilian

Qingyan."

(*T/N: A type of flower, lot of asian native flowers don't get well worded English names.)

As soon as Qingyan's words dropped, the teacup in Qilian Yuran's hand once again shattered in

response. She emotionally looked to Qingyan and spoke, "What did you say her personal name was?"

Qingyan pretended to be scared and knelt down, replying in fright, "That woman's name was Qilian

Qingyan."

Qilian Yuran looked to Qingyan's appearance and continuously repeated many times, "Indeed, indeed."

Hongjia Emperor knew that Qilian Qingyan was the reason why Qilian Yuran was able to lose her

composure like such. The various imperial concubines couldn't comprehend, but for the sake of

Hongjia Emperor's face, they couldn't say anything.

Unwilling to reconcile, Yi Consort opened her mouth, "Just a dance could make big sister lose her

composure like such, this consort really did underestimate this General Su's beloved daughter."

As Hongjia Emperor listened to her words, his chilling gaze directly swept over, and he solemnly said,

"Shut your mouth."

Yi Consort looked to Hongjia Emperor's gaze and could only instinctively choose to shut up. Yet she

tightly gripped her hand, making her look like she wasn't that bothered.

Qilian Yuran walked up before Qingyan and grasped her hand, "Did that woman say anything else?

What else did she teach you?"

Qingyan looked to Qilian Yuran's appearance and still spoke with a calm face, "She once told this

subject-daughter in a dream that her greatest wish was for her aunty to be able to be happy."

Qilian Yuran seemingly was really able to see Qilian Qingyan's appearance from Su Qingyan's body.

She hugged Su Qingyan at once and softly whispered by her ear, "This consort knows you're not really

Yan'er. Just stand like this and let this consort hug you for a while."