Chapter 968: Ruan Shushu’s Accusation
Compared to Ruan Shushu, the difference was immediately clear.
So the question is, who gets the champion title?
Initially, they planned to award it to Ruan Shushu, after all, despite some minor flaws, Ruan Shushu’s performance was the best tonight.
Moreover, Ruan Shushu is Pei Hong’s direct disciple, and since Pei Hong personally attended to watch, it would be disrespectful not to give face to his disciple.
But now, as long as one isn’t deaf, it’s clear who should be first...
The few people exchanged glances, feeling a bit awkward.
Ultimately, they decided to give the championship to Yan Yuexian, though they didn’t want to disrespect Pei Hong, fairness and justice must prevail in competitions.
And judging by Pei Hong’s expression, he was also captivated by Yan Yuexian.
He hadn’t shown such an expression when watching Ruan Shushu’s performance.
After Yan Yuexian took her bow and left the stage, Xia Weibao, Han Luoqi, and Gong Sirui also stood up and walked backstage.
Ruan Shushu suddenly blocked their path, her eyes slightly red as she looked at Xia Weibao, "Baby, I have something to say to you."
After speaking, she fearfully glanced at Gong Sirui.
This man made her feel a chill just by looking at him now.
But she had questions for Xia Weibao, so she had to stop them.
Gong Sirui had no expression; he had no good impressions of this woman and didn’t want to waste time here.
"I’m leaving first."
He wanted to be the first to congratulate Yan Yuexian and had no time to be disgusted here.
Han Luoqi didn’t know Yan Yuexian and only accompanied Xia Weibao, so he stayed.
Xia Weibao and Ruan Shushu found a place to talk while he stood guard.
"Baby, did you give the Scorched Tail Zither to Yan Yuexian!" In the corner, Ruan Shushu’s eyes were slightly red, her face full of grievance, and her tone carried a bit of accusation.
As if Xia Weibao giving Yan Yuexian the Scorched Tail Zither was a heinous crime.
"I did. Is there a problem?" Xia Weibao spoke calmly, her expression very serene.
"How could you give her the Scorched Tail?"
Xia Weibao raised her eyebrows, "Why shouldn’t I give her the Scorched Tail?"
Ruan Shushu was at a loss for words, feeling even more wronged.
Her eyes reddened further, as if Xia Weibao had bullied her.
"How does Yan Yuexian know the Fuxi Finger Technique? Did you teach her?"
"Yes."
"How could you teach her the Fuxi Finger Technique!" Ruan Shushu suddenly burst into anger, tears falling from her eyes.
Her accusing gaze was filled with anger as she looked at Xia Weibao.
As if her teaching Yan Yuexian the Fuxi Finger Technique was a grave sin.
Xia Weibao was amused yet her gaze turned even colder.
She cherishes girls dearly.
In her eyes, girls are like delicate flowers, to be cared for, tears are unwarranted.
If it were someone else, perhaps she would have tried to console them.
But seeing the aggrieved, tearful Ruan Shushu in front of her, she felt only coldness.
"Shushu, what right do you have to criticize me? Do I need to report to you whom I gift or teach to play?"
Xia Weibao’s expression turned icy, "Who I want to give an instrument to, or teach the Fuxi Finger Technique is entirely my freedom.
To be blunt, you are neither my father, mother, nor my husband, with whom I have no ties, what gives you the right to dictate my actions."
She felt that these words were already polite enough; if it were a man in front of her now, she might have bluntly asked who he thought he was!
As a former empress, when Her Majesty becomes stern, her aura is intimidating.
It scared Ruan Shushu pale, her body quivering slightly with fear.