ebookland Chapter 225 This is a letter, not a music score
Chapter 225 This is a letter, not a music score
"Momo, don't worry. It's normal that we can't understand the words on the music score. After all, no one here has a clue." Feng Wuhen patted her shoulder gently and comforted her in a low voice.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on her.
"No, Your Majesty, you don't know that this music score is not difficult for me. In fact, this is not a real music score, but a letter I wrote to my grandfather in English in the past, but I really don't know why it appeared here."
Jiang Yimo quietly leaned close to Feng Wuhen's ear and whispered softly.
There was sadness and confusion in her beautiful eyes.
"You said this... was written by you?" Feng Wuhen looked at Jiang Yimo in astonishment, but his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.
Jiang Yimo nodded vigorously and said with a firm look in her eyes, "Yes! It is absolutely true. This lady wrote it."
"Then how did it end up in the Queen's hands?" Feng Wuhen frowned and fell into deep thought.
Jiang Yimo was also confused. She shook her head and replied helplessly: "I can't figure it out either. How did it appear here and fall into the hands of the queen?"
At this time, people in the distance noticed that the two of them were whispering with their heads down, and they couldn't hear clearly, so everyone started gossiping.
They thought that although Jiang Yimo was beautiful and looked a good match for the Evil King, most people believed that she was not worthy of the Evil King given her status, and she had no self-awareness, so soon people began to talk about Jiang Yimo in private, thinking that it was inappropriate for her to be ambiguous with the Evil King in such an occasion.
Lu Jialing, who was standing nearby, also saw the scene of Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo whispering to each other with their heads down, and a nameless anger suddenly ignited in her heart.
She glared at Jiang Yimo fiercely, clenched her hands into fists, and gnashed her teeth in anger. She thought: What a vixen, how dare you seduce my evil king! Let me see how I will deal with you!
"Miss Jiang, no one will blame you if you don't understand. After all, not everyone here can understand it. But since you have already seen it and are still pretending to delay time, aren't you wasting everyone's precious time?" Lu Jialing raised the corner of her mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, mocking her mercilessly.
When Empress Xian heard Lu Jialing's rude words, she couldn't help feeling a little displeased.
She frowned slightly and said in a serious tone: "Miss Lu, what you said is wrong! The emperor and the queen haven't urged Miss Jiang yet, when is it your turn to yell here? As a lady from a wealthy family, how can you be so ignorant of etiquette and have no rules at all?"
As soon as Empress Xian finished speaking, Lu Jialing's face turned pale instantly and her body trembled slightly.
She gritted her teeth, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she dared not show it. This Concubine Xian was the biological mother of the Evil King, and she couldn't let her have a bad impression of her. Otherwise, if she really became the Evil King's concubine in the future, how could she handle the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with her?
Thinking of this, she took a step forward without hesitation and walked firmly towards the center of the venue.
After walking to the center, she fell to her knees and apologized to Concubine Xian sincerely: "My Lady Concubine Xian, please forgive me for being young and ignorant, and sometimes speaking impulsively, which offended you and made you unhappy."
After saying this, she lowered her head and waited quietly for Concubine Xian's response.
Upon seeing this, Empress Xian simply said a few words of reproach and did not pursue the matter any further.
Lu Jialing's father, Prime Minister Lu, quickly stood up and protected his daughter.
You know, Prime Minister Lu has been an official in the court for many years and holds a high position of power, and is the target of many princes' efforts to win over.
Although her Hen'er was not interested in this kind of enticement, she was unwilling to make enemies with him.
Therefore, even though Empress Xian was still somewhat dissatisfied with Lu Jialing in her heart, she had no choice but to let it go at this moment.
At this moment, in order to ease the tense atmosphere, the queen spoke again: "Miss Jiang, don't be afraid. It is normal that you can't understand the music score. After all, up to now, no one has been able to read what is written on the letter paper."
The queen's words were gentle and kind, easing the originally tense atmosphere a little.
"What the Queen said is absolutely right, little girl Jiang, if you don't understand then don't bother watching it. Come on, let's continue drinking and watching this graceful dance, or watching the wonderful talent show of the talented ladies and men present."
Although the old emperor was also curious about the words written on the two pieces of paper, he thought it would be inappropriate to disturb everyone's interest for this matter, so he signaled the Lu father and daughter to return to their seats.
However, Jiang Yimo did not give up as the old emperor wished. She just shook her head gently and said slowly: "Your Majesty, Queen, I am honored to be able to recognize the handwriting on the paper and translate it. But...the two pieces of paper do not contain music scores."
"What is that? Miss Jiang." Everyone asked curiously.
Jiang Yimo smiled and replied softly: "This is a letter, a letter from a granddaughter to her grandfather, and these characters are called 'English'." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature.
After a brief pause, Jiang Yimo continued, "Every word written in this letter is filled with the granddaughter's deep longing for grandpa. If you want to know the specific content, I can translate it for you right now."
However, what was unexpected was that when she said this, everyone expressed their rejection.
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the crowd: "Since this is just an ordinary letter, there is no need to translate it! Let's have a talent show next."
This proposal received responses from most people and the atmosphere on the scene became heated.
Lu Jialing originally wanted to stand up and say something, but when she saw Prime Minister Lu glaring at her fiercely, she could only shut her mouth unwillingly.
After the Queen learned that it was just a letter, she obviously lost interest in the subject.
So, she made a prompt decision and decided to reward Jiang Yimo with a green ruyi and end the conversation with it.
Then, the Queen began to host the next talent show session.
"In previous years, when we held palace banquets, the talent shows were dancing, playing the piano, painting, etc. This time we're going to try something new."
"Empress, how about we play the game of passing the flower and guessing riddles tonight?" someone suggested.
"In my opinion, this is feasible! When the drum stops, the embroidered ball will be passed to someone's hand, and the people present will give him (her) a riddle. If he (she) guesses correctly, he (she) can sit down. If he (she) guesses wrong, he (she) will have to perform a talent show." An old man present started a fuss.