Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 560 - 288: Pushing Out_1

Chapter 560: Chapter 288: Pushing Out_1

After Sir Wu spoke on behalf of the Eldest Princess, the performance commenced with Pan Zi’an, the most renowned national idol and talented man of the Great Qian Kingdom, playing the flute in the snow. The piece he played was "Three Variations on the Plum Blossom."

Prince Consort Pan, holding the Jade Flute and clad in a Purple Embroidered Satin Robe, stood in the center of the courtyard. He began by reciting aloud, "First Variation, it teases the refreshing breeze; second, it dances with the flying snow; third, it casts light and shadow; fragrance lingers in the air, waters run clear..."

As he placed the flute to his lips and the first note sounded, the world hushed, as if even the falling snow stilled. Everyone, all the surrounding scenery, became serene amidst the beautiful melody.

Such beauty, it could even apply to this man.

The scene was nearly enough to move Qian Yixiu to tears. The man in the courtyard, though of a somewhat higher status and older age, was truly the most beautiful man she had ever seen in both her past and present lives—Big Uncle.

After Prince Consort Pan finished playing, he walked into the main room amidst the envy and applause of the audience.

Even from a distance, Qian Yixiu could see the half-open, bright red lips of the Eldest Princess Fengyang inside the upper room.

Then, the so-called talented men proceeded to recite poetry and eulogies in the courtyard, with someone in the main room dedicated to recording them. After about five or six talented men had their turn, a talented woman would go up. Qian Yixiu felt they all did well, at least she lacked the skill to produce anything of the sort.

Some performed martial arts or sword dance, while others played the flute or pipe. Liang Jinyu played the pipe, quite pleasingly, garnering several appreciative gazes.

Princess Jingchang and a certain Zhu Xiangqi, who had previously insisted on buying Monkey Sister, performed together. They were grandchildren of the Former Imperial Consort, the sixth daughter and seventh son of Prince Shou. Jingchang played the pipe, while Zhu Xiangqi played the flute; their music was delightful and full of mood, very well received.

This gathering was somewhat reminiscent of a cultural performance in her previous life.

A voice she had not heard in a long time seemed to echo in Qian Yixiu’s ears again, "XXXX is now commencing its report performance!" She had once been the host of such performances for her workplace. To be that kind of host, she had even gone to special training...

As Qian Yixiu was getting into it, a boy servant quietly came over and said, "Miss Qian, Mr. Pan has requested to see you."

Seeing that this boy servant truly served in the main room, she didn’t think much of it and rose to follow him out.

However, just as she reached the eaves, someone pushed her hard from behind. She staggered uncontrollably into the center of the yard, nearly embracing the ground with open arms. With great effort, she maintained her balance and did not fall.

The incident caused everyone to utter cries of surprise.

At the same time, the Eldest Princess in the main room scolded, "Oh dear, you little rascal, why are you causing trouble again, picking on the young lady?" She then hurriedly addressed Prince Consort Pan, who had already risen and was about to rush out, "I apologize, Mr. Pan, the little rascal is mischievous. I assure you his father will discipline him later, and we’ll have him accompany his father to the Qian family’s house to make amends."

Prince Consort Pan reached the eaves and saw his granddaughter standing firmly, shaking her head at him.

Huang Jinyu kept laughing loudly, and after her amusement subsided, she wondered aloud, "Eh, why isn’t she crying? Why didn’t she run out crying?"

As for Qian Yixiu, even without looking, she could feel almost everyone rushing to the door or the window to watch her, all expecting to see her cry and run out.

She cursed under her breath, wanting to see her lose face? Well, she wouldn’t gratify their wishes. Since that brat had pushed her into the spotlight in such indecorous fashion, she had to salvage some dignity first.

Now, the priority was to exude confidence, to act naturally, and not become a laughingstock.

After righting herself, she quickly adjusted her facial expression. Then, lifting her head, though her face was still a fierce red, her facial muscles relaxed into a natural and composed expression.

She first shook her head at Old Master Pan who rushed out, indicating she was fine. Then, with a smile, she courteously curtsied to the main room, her movements as graceful and fluid as drifting clouds. She spoke crisply, "Qian Yixiu, pardon my clumsiness."

Was she preparing to showcase her talent? The crowd was astonished.

The awkward figure from moments ago transformed into a confident and elegant maiden. Her features were like those of a painting, her demeanor composed and unaffected, like a blossoming plum in the snowy wind—beautiful, elegant, fearless.

Huang Jinyu, who waited expectantly to see her cry, was stunned, gazing dumbfounded at the graceful silhouette amidst the snow. This, this was not as she had imagined.