Bu Tinghe stood quietly by the side with a smile on her face. She was like a graceful white lotus, silent but dazzling.

Seeing that everyone present was silent, Bu Jinglan chuckled and turned to look at Bu Tinghe. "Tinghe, perform a dance. If no one else comes up on stage, you can dedicate this dance to His Majesty."

"Yes." Bu Tinghe raised her eyes and glanced around the hall. Then she lowered her eyes and smiled. "Then please allow me a little time to get ...