Song Yiqin

The regent of the Tianxia Kingdom, who had control over a huge army and ruled over a powerful kingdom, was never close to women. One day, he was poisoned again and nearly died.

While everyone worried that he had no successors, a kid who looked exactly like he was brought to the palace gate.

Only then did they recall that, five years ago, when the regent was poisoned for the first time, the Yu family's eldest daughter was kidnapped and brought to him for auspicious reasons.

Since they shared similar fates, she did everything she could to help rid him of the poison. However, on the day he awakened, the royal family plotted against her, and she disappeared mysteriously.

The regent's eyes became dim when he saw the kid. "Did your mother finally decide she couldn't forget about me and ask you to return in her stead?"

The kid clenched his jaws. "No! The young prince of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother, in a few days. My mother asked me to come and check if you're still alive. She doesn't want you to die on the day she gets married. It's bad luck."

After he finished his sentence, the regent picked him up and walked out with big strides.

"Don't worry. I won't die on your mother's wedding day. After all... I've got a wedding to crash."

Five Years Later, She Bombarded the Palace with a Miniature Version of the Regent

The musicians were nearby. Earlier, Chu Zhihe had told one of them to play the most difficult song they knew. She was certain Yu Yunxi knew nothing and that Yu Yunxi would embarrass herself later. However, in order to show her kindness, she pretended to ask for Yu Yunxi's opinion. In any case, she was certain a village girl could not even name a song.

Sure enough, just as Chu Zhihe expected, Yu Yunxi replied lightly, "I don't know much about music. You can make the decision."

"Since you said that, I'll let the musicians decide," Chu Zhihe said. Then, she waved her hand and said to the musicians, "Play whatever you want. My cousin and I will dance to your tune…"

With this, the ministers in the hall whispered among themselves.

"The Sixth Princess is going to start dancing…"

"I've heard people improvising poems, but I've never heard of someone dancing impromptu…"

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