"The older the ginger, the spicier it is." The Empress is the Empress after all. In a few casual sentences, she had created a huge problem for Su Luo.
Su Luo pursed her lips and did nothing.
The Empress looked over with her old and gloomy eyes, a smile playing on the corners of her lips: "Does the Crown Princess of Duke Qi choose to remain silent because she does not want to dance with the young Princess?"
Su Luo, suppressing the impulse to roll her eyes, stood up and cracked a smile: "To answer the Empress, I was just thinking that I'm really not good at dancing. I'm wondering how I can avoid embarrassing myself."
Her candid response surprised everyone.
Of course, she had to state it in advance.
If she danced well, it would be a pleasant surprise, a demonstration of her modesty!
If she did not, it would be expected. After all, she had already admitted to being a poor dancer; their expectations should not be too high.
