Female supremacy: blasphemy of imperial power [Yuri/GL]

Chapter 75: Hand-Chopping

During a regular morning court session, Zhao Huang casually announced the news of her selection of a consort, causing ripples of surprise to spread throughout the hall. The Empress was going to marry a legitimate husband—the position of the kingdom's consort was finally filled.

The chosen one was none other than the renowned and enigmatic national master, Jin Yue. With this announcement, those ministers harboring ulterior motives fell silent.

No matter whom Zhao Huang chose as the consort, they would always find some excuse to say something, whether good or bad. However, if that person was Jin Yue, they all fell mute, simultaneously expressing their support.

The position of the national master had consistently been held in high regard, and having him become the Empress of Yun Qi would also bring blessings to the kingdom.

With the ceremony for the consort approaching, the entire Yun Qi was filled with festive cheer, particularly the imperial city beneath the emperor’s feet, which was adorned with lanterns and decorations, creating a jubilant atmosphere.

At the Qin Huai River.

The daytime scene at Qin Huai River was extremely quiet; even the courtesans and servants were resting. The hall's tables and chairs were scattered about, with remnants of fruit skins still lying uncleaned on the floor.

Zhao Yang sat on a flower platform, holding a guqin, her gaze vacant.

“Zhao Yang, don’t be sad over that despicable woman. There are plenty of fish in the sea. If you lose that person, there are many good men out there. If you fancy women, I can bring you any type you like!”

Flower Daughter stood below the platform, offering her comfort. However, as she spoke, she felt a twinge of guilt. Wasn’t she once infatuated with Yi Shu, feeling as if nothing could deter her? Even though she saw Yi Shu living freely, it only left her in sorrow, tormenting herself. In love, who isn’t a fool?

If it were that simple to move on, there wouldn’t be so many heartbroken lovers.

Thus, her words of comfort were probably just empty talk.

Zhao Yang said softly, “How do you know I'm heartbroken?”

Wasn’t she? Flower Daughter swallowed the words that were about to escape her lips and replied, “It’s better if you weren’t.”

“Of course not.”

Zhao Yang was simply contemplating how to teach Zhao Huang a big lesson.

Setting aside her guqin, she lightly plucked the strings to adjust the tuning.

This guqin was different from the guzheng; it was much more domineering. In the Celestial Empire, women generally did not play it, but in Yun Qi, women were much more assertive, so there was nothing wrong with using a guqin. The guzheng, on the other hand, was reserved for men.

After adjusting the tuning at a leisurely pace, her demeanor changed. She focused intently on the strings, slowly raised her wrist, and as the first note sounded, the music flowed effortlessly, pouring forth melodiously. Her fingers danced across the strings so quickly it was dazzling; they were as pale as jade, reflecting the surface of the instrument, creating a view so beautiful it took one’s breath away.

She played a short prelude, three segments, each note resonating and ceasing in harmony.

The grand prelude consisted of five segments (井里, 申诚, 顺物, 因时, 干时).

The main melody had eighteen segments (取韩, 呼幽, 亡身, 作气, 含志, 沉思, 返魂, 狥物, 冲冠, 长虹, 寒风, 发怒, 烈妇, 收人, 扬名, 含光, 沉名, 投剑).