Lin Xu stood at the center of the hall, her mind blank.
A special dance…?
Her gaze flicked briefly to Noble Consort Su, who was smiling as if she had already won.
"I don't understand," Lin Xu said carefully. "What kind of dance does Your Highness mean?"
Noble Consort Su laughed softly. "Don't worry. You'll understand soon enough."
Whispers broke out again.
"That dance…" "She's doomed." "Why would the Consort even suggest that?"
Lin Xu's heart pounded.
What dance are they talking about…?
Then—
[Host.]
Lin Xu stiffened.
Susu? she asked silently. What dance is she talking about?
Susu's voice was no longer playful.
[The Northern Sacred Spiral Dance.]
Lin Xu's breath caught. I've never heard of it.
[That's normal,] Susu replied. [It's extremely difficult. It requires perfect balance, flexibility, breath control, and rhythm. One mistake is enough to humiliate you… or worse.]
