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"Yin Yin, if you want to dance, are your legs okay?" Huang Qianqian looked at Murong Yin Yin with a worried look.

She now regards Murong Yinyin as her good friend. Compared with other officials' daughters, Huang Qianqian felt that Murong Yinyin was much better. At least, Murong Yinyin would not laugh at her, but would still care about her.

Only then did Duan Murong realize that Murong Yinyin still had a leg injury, and asked with some concern. "Yinyin, your leg is injured, what should I do? This is a good opportunity. If the emperor takes a fancy to you, he might marry you to the Ninth Prince!"

Murong Yinyin naturally knew that this was a good opportunity and she could not let it go.

He said to Huang Qianqian and Duan Murong, "It's okay. My leg is not seriously injured. I can dance."

Huang Qianqian frowned, fearing that Murong Yinyin would show off, but such a good opportunity could not be passed up.

"Okay, don't worry about me, maybe I can't dance yet. The emperor only said that we should perform, and he didn't say who should perform. There are so many rich people here today, and everyone wants to perform, and It may not be my turn.”

"Yin Yin, how can they compare to you? You know, you are the most talented woman in Kyoto. Who can be more talented than you?"

"That's right, Yin Yin, when you perform later, no one will dare to perform. If I compare with you, wouldn't I be embarrassed?"

Huang Qianqian and Duan Murong's flattery was very useful to Murong Yin Yin.

Murong Yinyin raised her chin. The two of them were right. Comparing themselves with her, Murong Yinyin, was just asking for death. In front of her Murong Yin Yin's talent, everyone else's performance will be overshadowed.

"My beloved concubine, with so many rich officials, who do you think will perform?" the emperor asked.

The message had just been passed on, but everyone was rushing to come up.

"Your Majesty, the concubine thought of a few people and asked them to come up first. For the others who came up to perform, they asked the officials' daughters to draw lots. Those who were drawn will all perform on the stage."

The emperor nodded, "As expected, my dear concubine, you have many tricks up your sleeve!"

According to the Queen's method, ten people were selected to perform on stage. Three of them were appointed by the Queen, one was Murong Yinyin, and the other seven were selected by drawing lots.

"Alas, I didn't win!" Duan Murong sighed and looked at the blank lot in his hand.

With so many wealthy officials, only a few people were selected. How lucky is this person who wins the lottery!

"Wow, you got it!" someone exclaimed.

Duan Mu Rong looked in the direction of the sound and saw many people surrounding Duan Mu Ying, saying enviously.

That little bitch actually got it!

Duan Murong was so angry.

Why did she win? Why is she so lucky?

When Duan Mu Rong saw the faint smile on Duan Mu Ying's face, she wanted to rush over and tear that face apart.

"She's just a concubine, so what if she's talented?" Duanmu Rong said in a sour voice.

This was overheard by the other officials' daughters. After Duanmu Ying's identity as a concubine was exposed, all the officials' daughters who had been surrounding Duanmuying with envious faces showed their disdainful eyes.

As a concubine, no matter how well she performs and how much the emperor likes her, it is useless. The status of a prince is not something that a concubine can match.