Chapter 90: Director Lu, Do You Know Emperor Xia Liang?
Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Director Lu, Do You Know Emperor Xia Liang?
Xia Weibao felt under the weather and hastily departed.
In the car, Sister Tong patted her shoulder to console her, “It’s okay, you danced very well. We will have another chance next time.”
Xia Weibao turned her head to one side, gazing vacantly at the scenery outside the window.
Her eyes slightly hollow, His Majesty…
Your concubine misses you.
As the final round of the competition concluded, Yin Mulan, who served as the head judge, was interviewed.
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“Teacher Yin, what do you think about ‘Dance into the Future’ this time?”
Yin Mulan responded with a generous and appropriate smile, “The contestants all worked very hard and were very outstanding, especially Xia Weibao. She really amazed me.”
Journalists were used to stepping on Xia Weibao, and it felt unnatural to praise her now—it was like slapping their own faces.
So, they skirted the issue, “Yes, all contestants were outstanding. Teacher Yin, we heard that you accepted the invitation to be the head judge of ‘Dance into the Future’ because you were considering taking on a disciple, is that true?”
“Yes.”
“I wonder who will be lucky enough to catch your eye.”
“There is one I am very satisfied with, but with my level, I doubt I can afford such a disciple.”
She did not name names, but everyone knew perfectly well.
“Teacher Yin, there is a rumor, I don’t know if you’ve heard it, but Xia Weibao supposedly boasted that her ‘Gentle as Water’ was better danced than yours, and that you wanted to worship her as your teacher.”
That was clearly sowing discord.
For someone at the pinnacle of the pyramid, to be equated with a despised person was an insult!
As if slapping her own face!
Just when everyone thought Yin Mulan would lose her composure, they saw her smile faintly.
“It’s not a boast; it’s the truth. To admit it is somewhat embarassing—my signature dance, which I have performed for over a decade, cannot compare to that of a twenty-year-old girl.
If possible, of course I would like to learn from her, but unfortunately, I can no longer dance.
It’s a pity that Weibao is just an actress. If she were interested in pursuing a career in dance, I believe, I would be her best guide.”
Inside the dressing room, Lin Mier smashed her trophy!
Her eyes red and bloodshot, she let out a fierce scream, “Ahh—”
Brother Wang hurried to pick up the trophy, “What are you doing? This is the champion’s trophy.”
“What use do I have for a champion’s trophy!”
Not being able to become Yin Mulan’s disciple, unable to piggyback off her resources, what’s the use of showing off a champion?”
Xia Weibao, why do you always block my path!
Because of a last-minute meeting, Lu Hualiang returned a bit late.
As soon as he walked in the door, Housekeeper Fu approached him with concern, “Sir, the young mistress has locked herself in her room and refuses to eat.”
Lu Hualiang frowned. Why was she not eating again, was it because of today’s competition?
“I’ll go take a look.”
Using the key to open the room door, he saw Xia Weibao sitting on the bed hugging her knees, her head tilted resting on her arm, her eyes vacant and desolate.
It tugged at Lu Hualiang’s heartstrings.
“Feeling unwell?”
Xia Weibao glanced up blankly at the face that looked exactly like Emperor Xia Liang’s.
“Director Lu, did you see me dance today?”
“Hmm.”
“Was it beautiful?”
“Beautiful,” Lu Hualiang thought for a moment, “From now on, do not dance in front of others, only for me to see.”
The exact same words, flowing backward through the torrents of time, overlapped with the man in the bright yellow tent.
He pressed her down onto the bed, her robe half undone, their temples rubbing together.
He said that from then on, she could only dance for him.
Xia Weibao lifted her head, and her well-like eyes suddenly surged with a huge wave.
At that moment, her heart was thrown into turmoil, birthing an intangible and humble hope.
“Director Lu, do you know Emperor Xia Liang?”