979 Cold Moon (6)
Shen Miao smiled. “The first half described the feeling of this little princess who was forced to marry, but the second half described the feeling of the mother of this little princess. The empress was in despair and grief over losing her daughter.”
“I see!” Everyone was enlightened. Someone asked, “This song is really touching. Where did Princess Consort Rui get this story? It’s really moving.”
“I heard a storyteller telling this story when I passed by a place.” Shen Miao smiled. “I just felt that this story was too touching, so I remembered it.”
“Oh?” A young lady couldn’t help but ask, “Since it’s a story, what’s the ending of the story? What’s the ending of that little princess?”
Shen Miao said emotionlessly, “The ending of the story is that the little princess died on the way to the foreign land. The empress was also sent to the cold palace. Not long after, she was given a rope to hang herself to death.”
The others sighed and said that this story was too tragic.
Madam Ye was a little unhappy. Shen Miao’s performance was actually on par with Ye Mei’s. Ye Mei was enchanting and charming, and her dance was passionate and moving. However, Shen Miao only sat there and played and sang for a while before attracting the attention of the others. Moreover, she told a story and stole Ye Mei’s thunder. This way, Ye Mei seemed to have been outdone.
Women were always sentimental. After Shen Miao told such a pitiful story, everyone felt much closer to her.
Madam Ye said, “It’s a joyous occasion. It makes us sad to hear such a story.”
Shen Miao said, “I’m sorry for spoiling everyone’s fun.” She walked to the side and took out a wine bowl. The wine bowl was for men to drink. She poured herself a full bowl. The slightly yellow wine reflected her young face.
“A bowl of wine as an apology.” She raised the bowl and drank it.
Xie Jingxing’s eyes suddenly darkened.
Shen Miao raised her chin. This bowl of wine was emptied in a hurry. The wine that she did not have time to swallow flowed down her neck and wet a small piece of her clothes.
Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were clear. She placed the wine bowl on the table and said, “It’s your turn.”
The guests all took the bowl of wine and smiled. “Princess Consort, cheers!”
Shen Miao smiled, but that smile was a little unfathomable. She glanced at Ye Mei and her brothers. The siblings were also staring at her.
This bowl of wine Shen Miao emptied sent everyone in the Bixiao Restaurant in high spirits. Shen Miao stood up and said, “I’ll go out and take a breather.”
With that, she left.
Ba Jiao and Hui Xiang were waiting for her outside and walking towards the pavilion not far away. Shen Miao felt a burning sensation on her throat from the strong wine. However, she did not feel drunk. Instead, the corners of her eyes were filled with tears.
That bowl of wine was for her daughter, the little princess who died tragically on the way. These listeners felt extremely sad just listening to it. What about her? What about Wanyu? When she left the capital alone, was she even more desperate?
She thought that she could hold it in, but in the end, she couldn’t. As a mother, she would rather die a thousand times than let Wanyu and Fu Ming suffer.