The Golden Hall fell silent, with everyone immersed in the dance for quite some time.
Lu Yu broke the silence with a loud cheer: "Perfect! Perfect! Truly deserving of being the Shen Family girl!"
Only then did murmurs of discussion fill the hall. Most were praising the intricacy of the dance, commenting that the Yan Country clearly could not compare to the Great Zhou in bearing the airs of a great nation. Yan Country, they said, was undeniably a petty, provincial state, unable to keep composure.
Shen Yinning stared directly at Yan Zheming. "Crown Prince, do you think our Great Zhou's dance is superior or inferior to that of your country?"
As she envisioned, Yan Zheming ought to have been humiliated and angry.
But instead of fury, a smile faintly crept onto his lips: "Miss Shen, your beauty is peerless. Today's dance could be called one that captivates an entire city."
