After returning from conquering the border, the entire capital is shining with festive lights. A grand banquet has been organized in the great hall of the royal palace. All the dignitaries of the palace, the officer, and General Lin Huisen were present. Ming Yi is now wearing a brightly colored hanfu, but his eyes still have the determination to fight. Everyone was praising him, but Bai Lu, who was sitting in a corner, had a faint line of jealousy on his face. In the middle of the celebration, Bai Lu suddenly stood up.
She said, attracting everyone's attention,
'Our sword princess can certainly fight very well. She can wield a sword like a boy, But people say that the true virtue of a princess is her dancing. I don't think anyone who is rough in the field of battle will ever be able to perform a skillful dance.'
The entire banquet hall fell silent. The king and queen's faces became serious.
Ming Yi smiled softly, then slowly came forward,
'Both dance and fighting are rhythmic games, bai Lu.'
Ming Yi's voice was as cold as ice. She asked the musicians to play a quick tune. Ming Yi's dance began. It was no ordinary dance. It had a sword-sharp speed and a fluidity. When she was chanting, it seemed like a fire dancing in the entire hall. Lin Huishen sat silently to the south, his eyes unblinking. He understood that every step of Ming Yi's dance was actually a sword move. When the dance ended, the entire banquet hall erupted in applause. Bai Lu's face turned black.
Ming yi walked in front of her and smiled softly, saying,
I hope you got your answer.