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Chapter 150 The Five Powers of Imperial Concubine* (5)

Xiao Guixi snorted coldly.

This is the imperial palace, not the general's residence where everyone flatters her.

He rubbed his fingertips, caught a glimpse of the guqin out of the corner of his eye, and an idea came to his mind.

Xiao Guixi tapped his fingers lightly on the guqin, and his voice left no room for doubt: "Then I will punish you to play a piece of music called 'Yangchun' for you all on the night of the Lantern Festival, which means that all things are in harmony with spring and full of spring."

Wen Man looked up in surprise, her heart full of doubts.

What kind of punishment is this?

Song Yuesheng was also stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his bright eyes. He said this deliberately knowing that the original owner did not understand the guqin.

She would, but she doesn't want to be nosy.

Song Yuesheng's eyes rolled around, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I know that I am not good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Your Majesty, why don't you let Sister Wen play the ancient music for you? I am willing to punish myself and reflect on my mistakes for a year to thank Your Majesty for your kindness."

Xiao Guixi glanced at her and said, "There is no room for negotiation on this matter. If you don't want the General's Mansion to become a laughing stock in Linjing, you can just be perfunctory. But let me be frank, if you ruin my banquet, you and the General's Mansion will have to deal with it."

After hearing these words, the smile returned to Wen Man's face.

The day after Lantern Festival is the first day of the Spring Festival. If Song Yuesheng does not do well, the General's Mansion will also be implicated.

Not to mention a concubine playing the piano in public.

It really kills two birds with one stone.

But it still has to be acceptable for the sake of face.

Wen Man plucked the strings, and the music sounded. She looked at Song Yuesheng with a smile: "Sister Song, I can teach you. If we practice seriously in the next ten days, although we can't reach everyone's level, at least we can play it."

"Don't worry, sister. I will ask the palace musicians for advice." Song Yuesheng stood up slowly with the help of Qiao Yue, and then bowed slightly to the two of them. "I still have to practice the piano, so I won't disturb your majesty and sister's elegant things. I will take my leave first."

She didn't know how to practice the piano, let alone play it on the night of the party.

In this world, dancing and playing music have always been the seductive methods used by prostitutes outside the palace.

If concubines in the harem danced and played music in public, at best they would be banished to the cold palace, and at worst their families would be implicated and the whole family would suffer.

"You... agreed?"

Xiao Guixi couldn't help but call her. He found it hard to believe that Song Yuesheng, who thought highly of herself, would agree to such a thing.

"The emperor's order cannot be disobeyed." Song Yuesheng tilted his head slightly.

After saying that, she pushed the door open and walked out.

Ten days, five people.

Two are outside the palace, one has disappeared, one is in the Imperial Medical Bureau, and one holds a high position of power.

After much calculation, the only person she could do the job successfully was Li Shaoqin from the Imperial Hospital.

If you don't choose medicine or poison, then there is only one way left.

These five words "The emperor's order cannot be disobeyed" were like a heavy hammer, hitting Xiao Guixi's heart hard.

He looked at Song Yuesheng's back as he walked away, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Xiao Guixi originally wanted to verify the truth of what Wen Man said, but he never expected that the conversation steered towards the point where he mentioned playing ancient music during the Lantern Festival.

Isn’t Song Yuesheng very capable?

How come she didn't refute such an obvious trap, or was she planning something big?

"Your Majesty, Sister Song is just too concerned. If it weren't for Sister Li's sudden death, Sister would not have left the palace without permission. Your Majesty, it is unprecedented for the empress and concubines to dance and play music in public.

Perhaps you can confine my sister to her house for a while. This will not only reflect your majesty's maintenance of the rules, but also show your tolerance and care for my sister. I hope your majesty will think twice."

Wen Man understood what Xiao Guixi wanted to hear.

He is a very suspicious person. If he forces Song Yuesheng to play ancient music on Lantern Festival, it might backfire.

Sure enough, after hearing her words, Xiao Guixi's conflicted expression instantly turned into anger.

"You are not joking. It is useless for anyone to plead for mercy."

"Yes, I'll obey your command." Wen Man pretended to be helpless and lowered her head to agree.

Song Yuesheng, you are dead this time!

**

That afternoon, Xiao Guixi asked Chief Steward Wu to go to Jiangxue Palace to announce the decree. However, it was not a glorious thing for concubines to play music in front of ministers, and no one dared to talk about it.

Somehow this matter reached the general's mansion. Mrs. Song felt sorry for her daughter's suffering, so she came to visit her two days later under the pretext of not seeing her for a long time.

After Song Yuesheng explained the whole story, Mrs. Song felt even more worried.

She held Song Yuesheng's hand, wiping her tears from time to time, and her words were full of regret: "My poor daughter, if I had known this would happen, I would have stopped you from entering the palace at all costs."

Song Yuesheng poured a cup of soothing tea and handed it to Madam Song. With a kind smile on her face, she said softly, "Mother, as the saying goes, good fortune and disaster go hand in hand. How do you know that playing music is necessarily a bad thing?"

Mrs. Song looked at the tea in her hand, but her eyes fell on Song Yuesheng's young and tender face, her eyes full of helplessness and worry.

She sighed softly, reached out and tapped Song Yuesheng on the forehead. Although the action was light, it was full of reproach.

"You silly child," Madam Song shook her head, her tone filled with blame and doting, "Since ancient times, there has never been a record in history books that concubines in the harem would play music in front of foreign officials. That is, that is a method that only the women in the brothels would use. As a concubine, how can you be so reckless?"

Her daughter is straightforward and doesn't know how to restrain herself. Today this empress, tomorrow that concubine, sooner or later she will be completely devoured by this cannibalistic palace.

After all, it was the root of the trouble that occurred last year.

If it wasn't for Prime Minister Wen's daughter, how could her child have only one option left to go, which was to enter the palace.

Song Yuesheng took a deep breath. Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. She knew what Mrs. Song was worried about.

She paused, and looked at Madam Song again, with a firm light in her eyes: "Mother, I understand your worries. But in this palace, if you want to survive, you must have a skill. I will act carefully and not let you down. You said that I would lose the position of imperial concubine in a month, and you see, I am still here now."

This is why Mrs. Song is even more worried.

She didn't want her daughter to become so cautious that she didn't even have anyone she could trust around her.

"mother……"

Song Yuesheng hugged Mrs. Song and spoke coquettishly with a dragging tone.

Seeing her daughter like this, Mrs. Song felt worried, but also a little relieved. She knew that although her daughter was young, she already knew how to survive in the palace.

Mrs. Song was relieved: "Forget it, I hope it's as you said, good and bad are interdependent."

"That's right. Mother, you finally came to see me, you should tell your daughter more interesting things about the outside world." Song Yuesheng clapped her hands and called towards the door, "Qiao Xin and Qiao Yue, quickly bring up the cakes prepared in the kitchen."

“Speaking of interesting things…” Mrs. Song followed Song Yuesheng to the dining table, paused, and seeing that there was no one around, she asked in a low voice while looking at her expression.

"First, tell mother what happened between you and Young Marquis Ye from the Marquis Xuanping's residence. When did you first meet him?"

Song Yuesheng remained calm, "Last year, my daughter went to the Imperial Study to save her father. When she came out, she ran into Young Marquis Ye. He mistook me for Wen Man. Apart from that, we have never seen each other again."

"If we only met once, why would Young Marquis Ye come to the General's Mansion late at night to tell me and your father that you were safe and sound, and why would he almost fight with the secret guard you picked up..."

Song Yuesheng concealed his surprise.

She only asked Yan Ge and Ye Heyou to join in the fun.

Just causing her unnecessary trouble!

Did he know that it was not so easy to get rid of the connection with the Xuanping Marquis Mansion?

Mrs. Song looked at Song Yuesheng's face again and again, and tapped her palms as if she had suddenly realized something.

I had heard before that Prime Minister Wen's daughter was tactless, but I didn't expect that there would be something about the Marquis Xuanping's Mansion.

The current emperor is like this, does Young Marquis Ye also want to follow the emperor's example and become a puppet?

No!

Her daughter was destined to spend the rest of her life in the palace, and she couldn't let anyone find fault with her.

"Xiao Sheng, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do at home, so mother won't stay for lunch."

Song Yuesheng didn't understand Mrs. Song's sudden change. She took Mrs. Song's arm and said, "Mother, I don't know when we will meet again. I will take you away."

If nothing goes wrong, Mrs. Song should be able to see a show.

Mrs. Song is a woman of her age with rich experience, accurate judgment of people, and a good observer.

If the mission tonight fails, the scene that Mrs. Song is watching will be the backup plan.