Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite-Chapter 256: Awakening

Dong Baishang acted so crazily without regard for the occasion that as soon as she finished speaking, everyone’s attention focused on her.

"This Miss Dong sure is bold."

"Exactly, speaking such words in this kind of setting, is she courting death?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Who said Dong Baishang had a good temperament before? I think she’s just a lunatic."

"It’s really a pity for Mr. Duan, such a fine gentleman, yet ruined by Dong Baishang."

"Mr. Duan chose this himself, no one else to blame, alas..."

Everyone looked at Duan Tingxuan, sighing with emotion.

"Dong Baishang’s status is so low, if not for marrying Duan Tingxuan, allowing the Dong Family to gain some status, she wouldn’t even qualify to attend the palace banquet, and she dares to challenge Miss Su."

"Yeah, it’s not just about status, she’s now the Su Family Master, holding military power and real authority. How dare she demand Miss Su to display her talent? If she truly had talent, it would be different. But reportedly, Miss Su has none. This is intentional humiliation..."

Everyone was sweating nervously for Dong Baishang.

Duan Tingxuan turned to look at Dong Baishang, his eyes turning cold and sharp; he hadn’t expected her to act so madly and absurdly at the palace banquet.

Dong Baishang met Duan Tingxuan’s gaze with a provocative and arrogant look.

The pain in Duan Tingxuan’s fingers by his side worsened.

He wanted to say something, but in this setting, when the wife speaks, the beast husband has no place to contradict. If he spoke up, he would only become more of a laughingstock, he didn’t care, but what about the Duan Family?

Duan Tingshu looked at his brother’s condition, his eyes reddening.

"Father, Mother, she’s gone too far."

"Brother’s hand is bleeding, what to do, will his hand be crippled?"

The Duan Family Master held Duan Tingshu back, saying, "Don’t speak rashly on such an occasion, the key is the Empress’s attitude."

Dong Baishang completely disregarded others’ views; she just didn’t want Duan Tingxuan to have an easy time.

She even thought that this was an entertainment segment of the banquet and the Empress wouldn’t comment on it.

Su Muyao’s lips curled into a mocking arc. Asking her to perform, why doesn’t Dong Baishang ascend to the heavens?

Should she perform a sword dance and pierce her with it?

She had no intention of getting involved with Dong Baishang or Duan Tingxuan’s business; to her, they were insignificant, less than strangers.

But now that Dong Baishang has invoked her ire, she shouldn’t blame Su Muyao for being impolite.

Shen Ci’an’s narrow eyes dangerously narrowed, "What is she, to dare scheme against the wife?"

Xiao Jihan said coldly, "Courting death."

At that moment, Liu Mengyan stood up voluntarily, "Today’s palace banquet celebrates a great victory at the border, everyone is showcasing their talent. I’d like to perform, as Miss Dong deems me worthy."

Liu Mengyan was already known for her exceptional talent, though she hadn’t formally danced before.

As Dong Baishang brought it up, it conveniently provided her an opportunity to perform, otherwise, doing so herself might seem ostentatious.

This arrangement worked perfectly.

Liu Mengyan’s proactive offer to perform, without showing anger or annoyance at Dong Baishang’s words, won everyone’s unanimous praise for her good temper.

"Miss Liu truly has a good disposition, not getting angry like this."

"Miss Liu is gentle and kind with outstanding talent, yet we have never seen such a magnificent dance from her; today, we will feast our eyes."

Those present were visibly excited, looking at Liu Mengyan with anticipation.

As Liu Mengyan listened to everyone’s praises, her lips curved into a faint smile.

Jiang Mochuan stood up, feeling a wave of dizziness, clearly unwell, but Liu Mengyan paid no attention.

"Mo Chuan, sorry to trouble you with the music."

Jiang Mochuan nodded, then went aside to play the guqin. Liu Mengyan danced the Feathered Phoenix Dance, her movements were beautifully enchanting, accompanied by Jiang Mochuan’s guqin, leaving a deeply impressive spectacle.

"As expected of Miss Liu, her dance is truly beautiful."

"Indeed, I am left wanting more."

"But what happened to Young Master Jiang, he played several wrong notes."

"I don’t know."

After the piece ended, Jiang Mochuan felt a bloody taste rising in his throat, realizing he might have suffered internal injuries, looking even paler.

However, no one noticed his injuries or his poor complexion; all attention remained on Liu Mengyan.

Moreover, Liu Mengyan never once glanced at him.

The discomfort in Jiang Mochuan’s heart grew stronger.

At this moment, he involuntarily fixed his gaze on Su Muyao.

At that moment, she was whispering something to Wen Nanxi, looking very intimate.

Wen Nanxi gazed at her with eyes full of soft spoiling affection, the love in his eyes was unmistakably tender.

Something never seen before.

Wen Nanxi, who previously appeared gentle and calm, was actually the hardest to approach, his gaze wore no warmth.

But now he was changed, not just him, even Hua Linye had changed.

Such a harmonious atmosphere made Jiang Mochuan immensely uncomfortable, perplexed by its cause.

As Liu Mengyan stepped down, everyone’s focus shifted to Su Muyao.

"Miss Su surely won’t perform any talent."

"She can’t possibly."

Just then, Su Muyao stood up and said, "Today’s palace banquet is of special significance to celebrate the great victory at the border, so I will perform in a special way."

"But I need some things prepared."

Su Muyao hadn’t planned to perform, but seeing Liu Mengyan, she worried Liu might have some Secret Technique at hand, and if she won and the Empress presented her with flowers, giving her the chance to assassinate the Empress, even if she were on guard, it might be impossible to effectively defend.

A person like Liu Mengyan, possessing a Magic Artifact, certainly had a foolproof killing method, she had to be cautious.

So the only way was to prevent her from winning.

As for Dong Baishang, she would handle her later.

Fortunately, performing was considered an honor on the Beast World Continent.

The Empress, her face lit with royal joy, said, "Permission granted."

Immediately, the items Su Muyao requested were brought to the grand hall.

In the center was a large drum, with several vertical drums surrounding it.

This was a type of dance Su Muyao had seen in an ancient video during the apocalypse.

Upon seeing this setup, everyone showed expressions of surprise.

Su Muyao had already gone to a side room in the palace to change into a red dress with water sleeves.

When she stood on the drum holding a pipa, her red attire was like fire, as if a blooming peony.

Everyone in the palace looked at Su Muyao, curious about what she intended to do.

Su Muyao began strumming the pipa poisedly.

She played the Ambush from Ten Sides pipa piece, intending to sound a warning prelude of an assassination attempt, alerting all present.

Those who could comprehend and understand would get it; those who couldn’t, needn’t be told.

As the music started, the atmosphere transformed rapidly, like oppressive war drums from distant heavens, striking into hearts, causing trembling.

Soon, the playing technique accelerated, layers of intensity increased, like thousands of troops clashing, the melody of battle erupted intensely, bringing powerful force, transporting everyone in the palace to a battlefield.

The crowd, previously relaxed at the banquet, suddenly straightened their spines, their spirits involuntarily tensed with an instinctive exhilaration.

They looked at Su Muyao with newfound surprise, never knowing her pipa could be this excellent, nor her musical skill so profound.

Surpassing everyone, it was a melody they had never heard before.

So grand and resplendent, no longer a gentle, sweet tune that lulls to sleep.

At that moment, the stone in Wen Nanxi’s hand moved, Qi swept past, falling on one of the vertical drums, as Su Muyao’s pipa sound faded, her water sleeves flicked, striking the drum hit by Wen Nanxi’s stone.

The "dong... dong" of the drum seemed to strike directly into the heart, resonating at the same frequency.