“Exactly.”
Feng Zexuan snapped her fingers.
On the sky screen, a group of people with alluring figures were wildly swaying their waists and hips.
“Everyone follow along. Bigger movements! More emotion!”
Xiao Juechen stared at the so-called “chaotic dance” with a vein twitching on his forehead.
Me… the dignified Emperor of Great Xia… have to dance this?
His Adam’s apple moved slightly. His feet had already subtly started edging backward, preparing to slip away.
“I suddenly feel unwell in my abdomen. I’ll take my leave first—”
“Stop right there.”
Feng Zexuan’s voice drifted over from behind him, eerie and calm.
“Your Majesty, your hair growth serum reward hasn’t been claimed yet.”
Xiao Juechen’s already lifted foot froze mid-air.
He stiffly turned around, forcibly putting on a dignified expression.
“Ahem… I’m fine again!”
【Sigh, everyone’s too shy. We need a ringer.】
【Host, you’re such a loyal and righteous leader!】
Feng Zexuan grabbed her father and elder brother and dragged them straight to the front of the formation.
Feng Huaian’s old face was tightly strained. His steps were sluggish, every pore of his body screaming resistance.
Feng Zekai simply shook his head helplessly, letting his sister position him into the starting pose.
“Come on—breathe in! Right push twice, left push twice!”
“Right, left, left-left, right-right!”
“Left hand touches the shoulder and extends out, then the right hand—extend!”
Feng Zexuan called out the rhythm while demonstrating. The movements were simple, yet strangely infectious.
【Hehe, once a viral hit plays, who can compete?】
【This is the only square dance I know—my PE teacher forced me to learn it for credits in university…】
【Host, you’re truly multi-talented. Well-rounded in morals, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor.】
Even the system couldn’t help but praise her sincerely.
Feng Zekai picked it up quickly, his movements precise and standard.
Only when he twisted his hips did his elegant jade-like face flush slightly red.
Feng Huaian had initially been holding on to his dignity as a high-ranking official, but as he continued, he gradually found the rhythm.
His movements loosened up, even developing a sort of “elderly disco” flair.
The father, son, and daughter trio formed a scene both warm and absurd.
The other officials looked at each other, their faces written with despair: Would it be better to just get beaten instead?
The straw-man supervisors silently raised their rattan whips in response.
“All trainees, immediately follow the Prince’s lead and dance!”
“Anyone slacking off will be punished with the whip!”
Forget it.
We’ve already shaved our heads and changed into these strange outfits…
What is dignity anyway? Can it be eaten?
Xiao Juechen stood at the back of the crowd, watching the Feng family trio move in perfect coordination.
Father loving, sons respectful, siblings affectionate.
A trace of “envy” quietly passed through his heart.
He was the Son of Heaven, ruler of the realm, yet he had never been this close with any of his children.
The Crown Prince respected him, the Third Prince feared him, and although Princess Mingyue was lively, she still maintained the distance of imperial propriety.
The natural closeness of the Feng family made even him, the emperor, feel unfamiliar.
“Your Majesty, don’t just watch—come sway with us!”
Feng Zexuan suddenly appeared beside him, grinning.
“If you don’t move that body of yours soon, it’ll go to waste!”
【Come on! Dancing boosts dopamine and is good for imperial health!】
【As a leader, you’ve got to set an example!】
Xiao Juechen’s jaw tightened.
In the end, his desire for hair growth serum overcame his imperial dignity.
He stepped forward like he was marching into battle, heavily entering the dance circle.
The moment he moved, the entire crowd fell silent.
Dozens of eyes locked onto him—fearful, curious, and amused.
He kept a stern face and raised his arms stiffly, moving like a strict supervisor.
But the hypnotic rhythm seemed to carry some strange power.
The stiffness slowly melted away through repetition.
A peculiar sense of relaxation spread through his limbs.
Heavy burdens—court affairs, political strife—seemed to be shaken off along with sweat.
If even the Emperor was doing it, what right did anyone else have to be reserved?
Chu Heng somehow caught the rhythm, flailing his limbs like a puppet on strings… yet somehow forming a bizarre coordination that was hard to look at.
Cheng Ying treated the farm like a training ground, clearing space around him.
His hip swings turned into a fierce war dance, powerful and imposing.
Lu Wenbin’s belly bounced along with the rhythm like a giant roly-poly toy.
Lin Zhengyan, though still aching in his waist, gritted his teeth and persisted, every movement slow but precise, full of scholarly stubbornness.
【Hahaha! If this scene got out, the Great Xia court’s reputation would be ruined!】
【Civil and military officials doing a group dance—truly once in a lifetime!】
When the music ended, everyone was drenched in sweat, but smiling from ear to ear.
That feeling of exhilaration was unprecedented.
Feng Zexuan clapped her hands.
“Good performance. Now entering reward phase.”
With her words, over a hundred colorful backpacks appeared in the open space.
Yellow Pikachu, red Ultraman, blue Blue Rabbit, pink Hello Kitty…
All kinds of cartoon designs dazzled the eye.
“School supplies. Everyone gets one.”
“Top ten performers in the calisthenics get first pick.”
The officials’ eyes lit up.
These strange “bags,” though incomprehensible in design, were clearly finely made—definitely no ordinary items.
“First place, Cheng Ying!”
Liu Si read from his scorebook.
Cheng Ying strode forward, grabbed the most imposing Ultraman backpack, slung it over his nearly two-meter-tall frame, and laughed loudly.
“Second place, Crown Prince Xiao Mingxuan!”
The crown prince blushed and picked one with SpongeBob SquarePants.
The yellow square character grinned at him—strangely cheerful.
“Third place, Third Princess Xiao Mingyue!”
Xiao Mingyue hugged a Blue Rabbit Warrior backpack with delight.
“So beautiful!”
She spun around, her skirt fluttering.
Next came Feng Huaian, Chu Heng, Xiao Mingrui…
One after another stepped forward, each face filled with childlike excitement.
Soon, the backpacks were almost gone.
Finally, it was Xiao Juechen’s turn.
His gaze swept across the childish designs.
In the end, it landed on a black-and-white backpack.
A round, chubby creature was printed on it.
Dark eye patches, white belly, happily chewing bamboo.
【Oh ho, Old Xiao likes the panda!】
【That glance—he’s looked at it like eight hundred times!】
Xiao Juechen’s hand reaching toward it froze mid-air.
Does this girl read minds?!
Heat instantly rushed to his face, even his ears turning red.
He abruptly withdrew his hand.
With a blank expression, he picked up a plain black backpack beside it instead.
“I’ll take this.”
【Tch. Tsundere old man.】
【Clearly likes the chubby panda but insists on acting aloof.】
His fingers tightened slightly on the black backpack strap.
…This girl is getting more and more brazen!
Yet he found himself utterly powerless against her.
The officials examined their new backpacks with excitement.
“There are compartments inside—ingenious design!”
“This zipper is far more convenient than buttons!”
“It can hold more than my old cloth bundle!”
Chu Heng had already turned his backpack inside out, inspecting every pocket.
Lu Wenbin tried it on and found the straps adjustable, marveling at it repeatedly.
Just as everyone thought they could finally rest—
Feng Zexuan raised her teaching ruler again.
She smiled like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.
“Physical education class is over. You all did well.”
“Next, we begin today’s cultural lesson.”
The smiles on the newly arrived officials froze instantly.
Cultural… lesson?
It’s not over yet?
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