Threads of Fate and Power(TEMPORARILY STOPPED)

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

As the banquet progressed, laughter and conversation flowed through the hall, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the delicate sounds of dishes being served.

The hall was filled with the prominent ministers of the Wu dynasty, each representing the power and influence of their families. Crown Prince Wu Feng, along with his four brothers—Prince Wu Jian, Wu Li, Wu Hao, and Wu Wei—stood in a semi-circle, exuding an air of authority. Each prince carried the elegance and pride of their lineage, their regal presence accentuated by their richly adorned robes.

Among the attendees, Shangguan Ning held a unique status. Though he was the nephew of the emperor, he had long relinquished his claim to the throne, allowing his cousins the opportunity to step into the spotlight. This selfless choice elevated his standing in the court but also set him apart from the other princes.

The Wu Emperor raised his cup, signaling for quiet, drawing the attention of all present.

“My nephew here is talented in guqin,” the emperor announced, his voice resonating with pride. “Ning’er, present them a song.”

“Yes, Uncle Emperor,” Shangguan Ning replied with a respectful bow, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. The room buzzed with anticipation as he gracefully moved to the center of the hall, where the guqin—a beautifully crafted instrument—awaited him.

The guqin was a work of art, its polished wood glistening under the soft glow of the lanterns, intricate carvings adorning its surface. As he settled before it, the atmosphere shifted, a palpable hush enveloping the room. Everyone’s gaze turned toward him, eager to witness his performance.

With delicate fingers poised above the strings, Ning’er took a deep breath, allowing the weight of the moment to settle within him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, channeling the peace he felt earlier while watching the cherry blossom petals dance in the wind.

As he began to play, a serene melody filled the hall, resonating with an elegance that seemed to transcend time itself. Each note flowed effortlessly, weaving a tapestry of sound that captured the hearts of the audience. The music painted vivid imagery of lush landscapes and tranquil rivers, transporting everyone to a world far beyond the confines of the banquet hall.

The demon envoys exchanged glances, each captivated by the beauty of the performance. Helan Li Qiang leaned forward slightly, his expression reflecting a mixture of admiration and intrigue. He had heard tales of Shangguan Ning’s talent, but witnessing it firsthand was a different experience altogether.

As the song unfolded, the emotional depth of Ning’er’s playing resonated with the attendees. Some closed their eyes, letting the music wash over them, while others watched him in rapt attention, mesmerized by his androgynous beauty and the way he effortlessly commanded the guqin.

The ministers of the Wu Dynasty were visibly impressed, their previous reservations about the demon envoys momentarily forgotten. The harmonious notes served as a bridge, connecting their hearts and easing tensions. Even the crown prince, who had initially maintained a stoic demeanor, found himself swaying slightly to the rhythm, caught in the enchanting spell of Ning'er’s artistry.

As the final notes lingered in the air, a moment of silence followed—a collective breath held as they absorbed the last echoes of the melody. Then, the hall erupted into applause, cheers and exclamations of appreciation filling the space.

“Beautiful!” cried one of the ministers, clapping enthusiastically. “Such talent deserves recognition!”

“Indeed,” the Wu Emperor said, his eyes shining with pride. “You have brought honor to our family, Ning’er.”