Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

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No one noticed Hu Sang's crying nor anyone helped her up. The spectators held their pose from before, fixing their eyes on the scene unfolding beyond the curtains. They were watching a handsome man and a beautiful woman dancing in close embrace under the subtly lit sky and long breezes.

An everlasting waltz.

Their dance touched every heart present.

Like a photograph, the young lady's face was forever engraved in their memory.

Together with soccer, the waltz became fashionable in the Five Region Continent as well, and both activities became the most elegant sport and entertainment respectively. A waltz competition was held every year, and a dancing king and queen were picked out. Citizens of Yaocheng agreed that it was the most beautiful dance in the world, never before seen, but there never had been a year that could surpass the night they had witnessed in January, in the 17th year under Wuji governor's reign.

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Nevertheless, it seemed that nothing beautiful was destined to last in this world, just as how the dance that stunned the world couldn't be finished.

That night, the instrumental version of "Blue Danube River" played on like a calm river flow, separated by space and countless centuries of classical music, displaying its vivid charm amid the silent garden, drifting wind and controlled breaths.

Yet, there were also hooves clattering.

The horseman made no sound. Instead, he guided the horse to the entrance of the office, from which a guard dressed in black appeared. The horseman handed a letter to him before turning around.

The man in black studied the special symbol on the letter and hesitated a little before entering the garden.

He dashed from roof to roof, finally reaching that of the meditation hall and tapping on it thrice, rhythmically.

Yuan Zhaoxu shook lightly.

He looked up, his misty eyes instantly turning clear and sharp.

Three taps... it was an urgent report.

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Meng Fuyao detected a change and subconsciously messed up her steps.

Snap–

The sound of string breaking traveled from the room beside.

The musicians, enchanted by the couple's whirling dance and engrossed in their own instruments, were startled by Meng Fuyao's sudden mistake. It was as if the smooth babbling of springwater was disrupted by a splashing stone.

Meng Fuyao sighed, slowly letting go and stepping back, while the musicians stopped as well.

She looked up and smiled. "Things that are too perfect will not last, as they say. This "Blue Danube River" will end here. It's pretty good this way."

Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her, and after a brief silence he said, "I hope we can complete it one day."

Meng Fuyao smiled without answering. Mortal affairs flowed like water and were ever changing. Who would dare promise a tomorrow?

Just as how that moment of warmth on a peaceful night had just been broken by tens of thousands of urgent military situations.

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Yuan Zhaoxu waved to draw the curtains, and upon opening the report his face altered slightly.

Meng Fuyao looked at him, wondering what it was that could have caused such a change. She did not ask, did not speak, did not disturb, and instead, chose to give him space to think.