No one else stepped up to perform.
Ouyang Xiu glanced at Han Moze with a dark and sunken gaze.
If Han Moze wasn't the Emperor of Beiming, he would have really wanted to smash his face in. On the inside, he grunted coldly.
Then, he looked over at Liu Rushuang. "Princess Changping, it's your turn," he said with a dull voice.
Liu Rushuang thought about how everyone looked down on her. Her face looked like the winter's snow, as a dark tide rushed into her eyes.
She stood up and turned to face the Emperor. "I'm not sure what kind of talent to perform, and would like to ask the emperor to choose one at random for me. Would you mind giving me the honour?" She asked with a composed voice.
The audience in the hall were suddenly shocked by her words.
That fool can't do a thing, and yet she wants the emperor to pick a talent at random?
How truly embarrassing!
