Tonight, I’ll Put Them All Behind Bars

Sheng Yanhuan narrowed her beautiful eyes and glanced at Qi Mohan. He hadn’t touched his food, but his gaze kept drifting toward the woman in yellow.

The music stopped, its lingering notes echoing through the hall.

Only then did everyone slowly turn their attention away. The Yao family’s daughter was pretty and pleasant, and her guqin playing had been decent.

“I’m getting an itch to play, too.” Her voice rang out from the highest seat, as sweet as an oriole’s song.

Everyone froze and looked up. The Empress had straightened in her seat, looking calm and as if she truly intended to play.

The Empress Dowager furrowed her brows and scolded coldly, “Your Majesty, you are the mother of the nation. What kind of conduct is this?”

Sheng Yanhuan’s brow twitched. She gently shifted her gaze to the Emperor.

The Emperor’s lips stiffened. He laughed awkwardly. “Mother, if the Empress wants to play, let her. It’s her birthday today—a day worth celebrating, worth celebrating.”

“Hmph.” The Empress Dowager picked up her cup and took a sip. She neither agreed nor refused.

Sheng Yanhuan raised an eyebrow. Not bothering to wait for the Empress Dowager’s answer, she ordered, “Chunwan, go to the imperial storehouse and bring me a fine guqin.”...