Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

invite him for a performance?”

Yan Ruyu looked toward the voice and saw a bright-eyed, smiling young woman seated next to the window.
Judging by her tone, she seemed to be acquainted with Long Xuan.

This realization made her frown imperceptibly.

A maidservant went up to whisper something in her ear and the expression on her face changed slightly.
She looked at Lin Qingyuan with a hint of animosity and judgmentalness.

Lin Qingyuan sensed a vague vibe from Yan Ruyu and arched an eyebrow.
Could this Yan Ruyu be thinking that something was going on between her and Long Xuan?

This thought had just crossed her mind when Long Xuan suddenly put down the wine cup in his hand and smiled at Lin Qingyuan.
“You can be direct about wanting to watch me perform my sword skills.
There is no need to beat around the bush.”

Lin Qingyuan gaped at him, dumbstruck.

What was this guy talking about?

As expected, the look in Yan Ruyu’s eyes darkened.

Long Xuan slowly got up and took the sword from Yan Ruyu’s hand.
He gave it a light swing—a ringing sound could be heard from the weapon.

The next moment, the originally limp sword was filled with thunderous might.
One swing of the sword looked like it could cut through thick bamboo in one slice.
It was an amazing spectacle that Yan Ruyu’s flowery performance could not compare to.

In that instant, the entire berth was filled with only the music of the zither and the swishes of the sword.
The guests had all become as silent as cicadas in winter.

Lin Qingyuan admired Long Xuan’s sword performance while enjoying the delicious wine.

Putting aside the unhappiness she felt from His Majesty trying to bestow marriage on her and Long Xuan, Long Xuan still looked quite manly when seeing him like this.

She picked up her wine cup and brought it to her lips.
She had just taken a sip when she suddenly heard Bai He scream.
Lin Qingyuan lifted her head and saw Long Xuan rushing toward her, sword in hand.

Her hands trembled from the fright and the cup she dropped the cup she was holding.

However, the cup did not hit the ground.
In an instant, Long Xuan used his sword to catch the cup, which was now balancing on the blade.
He looked at her with a small smile.
“Miss Lin, can’t you even hold onto a wine cup?”

As she looked at the wine cup presented to her, Lin Qingyuan gave a start and suppressed the anger bubbling inside her.
She stared furiously at him before reaching out to snatch back her cup from the tip of the sword.