Jiang Yue doesn't resist participating in some grand ceremonies, especially after learning that many people she dislikes attend, which makes her even more enthusiastic.

There's nothing more satisfying than showing up arrogantly in front of someone you hate.

Jiang Yue had never attended a proper awards ceremony in the entertainment industry before, so she immediately went to her favorite Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book) to search for guides, but she didn't find any valuable information.

After all, no female celebrity would share her experience of attending the event.

After spending some time with Jiang Yue, the assistant wasn't as afraid of her as before. She quickly typed on her phone: "Ms. Jiang, should we hire a professional styling team, or should you find one yourself?"

To be honest, the assistant hoped that Jiang Yue could manage the makeup and styling team herself.

Their current status is neither high nor low, so they can't borrow any pretty clothes or valuable jewelry.

If you're pulled into a small spreadsheet and compared to others, you're bound to be at a disadvantage.

She'll inevitably face a barrage of ridicule, and if this young lady gets angry and blames her "incompetent" assistant for the ridicule, she'll be in deep trouble.

Jiang Yue thought for a moment, then said, "I'll do it myself."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Jiang Yue didn't plan to hire a makeup and styling team to dress her up. The awards ceremony should be no different from the banquets she had attended before, right?

There were many new dresses in the walk-in closet that she hadn't worn yet, so this was a good opportunity.

The most attention-grabbing aspect of the event is what the female celebrities wear: whether it's haute couture, a luxury brand, and what kind of treatment they receive.

In short, fans will compare every aspect of it.

When Jiang Yue appeared on the list, some fans from other groups were not satisfied and couldn't help but mutter complaints, feeling that a host cannot be considered a female celebrity and should not be invited.

However, these faint voices were quickly suppressed by Jiang Yue's fans.

It's an honor for the event that their wives are attending.

Among Jiang Yue's fans are quite a few wealthy, homebody girls who have financial backing and know more about the world, so they sit in front of their computers and spout off all sorts of gossip.

"Why do you think this year's grand ceremony involved cooperation from the municipal publicity department? Of course, it's because my wife is awesome!"

"Let me be frank, this year's event is the biggest ever. We've invited a lot of big shots, and some people you would never expect to come. They're not just showing respect to the organizers; they're all here to support my wife."

"And our wife has performed very well on the shows these past few times. The show that premieres next month will also surprise you, so don't worry."

The fans stood very tall.

It was as if they had already glimpsed the secrets of heaven.

However, her boasting was so exaggerated that not only did other people's fans not believe it, but even Jiang Yue's little fans couldn't believe it.

Their wives are indeed very good, but not to such an amazing degree, right? That's a bit of an exaggeration.

The fan club was also afraid that these wild words would cause trouble, so they immediately asked the host to block the unknown person who came out to make the revelation.

In fact, Jiang Yue herself didn't know when she had become so capable.

She spent the whole evening picking out dresses, but couldn't decide what to wear because every single one looked beautiful on her.

It's such a difficult choice, so hard to give up.

However, there are still a few days left, so there's no need to rush into deciding what to wear.

After trying on the dress, Jiang Yue still had her nightly ritual: since she had taken over someone else's body, she had to give her something in return.

The original owner did indeed do some bad things.

Even knowing that she was wrong, Jiang Yue felt that her actions were understandable.

Her adoptive mother was malicious and deliberately corrupted her.

After careful consideration, Jiang Yue decided to leave the original owner of a survival notebook before leaving. First—

Studying hard is an essential task.

The original owner may not have had any innate talent, but even a fool has his own way of learning.

Every night before going to bed, Jiang Yue would read for a while, copying obscure and difficult words and phrases into a notebook and making careful annotations.

And then there's English, a very important communication tool in today's society.

Start by copying, reading, and memorizing words.

Gradually, it became her habit.

Even though she and the original owner were two souls who had never met, she still felt pity for her from the bottom of her heart, and even a little bit of love for her.

It was nearly ten o'clock when Jiang Yue finished copying the notes.

She put down her pen and paper, rubbed her aching wrists, stuffed the notebook into the drawer, went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a clean nightgown, snuggled into bed, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

I was fast asleep.

Memories flashed before her eyes like a fleeting glimpse.

The sounds around me were so real, as if they had just happened.

"Princess? Princess?" The little palace maid carefully woke the girl who was sleeping on the swing, speaking softly so as not to frighten her.

The girl's fair skin was thinned by the sun, as white as snow. Her eyelids twitched, startled from her lazy afternoon nap, and her voice still carried a touch of coquettish nasal tone, "What's wrong?"

The young palace maid frowned, as if she had encountered another thorny issue. She bit her lower lip and stammered, "They've sent people from the North again; they're still up to their old tricks. This time, not only the North, but also those vassal states in the South and West have sent envoys..."

Asking to marry.

The Jiang Kingdom is no longer the powerful dynasty it was at its founding.

The sun is now slowly setting in the west.

Once you're completely plunged into darkness, there is only endless danger.

The little princess's beauty had already spread far and wide. No one knew who deliberately spread the news, but it was rumored that Princess Mingyi was as beautiful as a fairy, born with a jade in her mouth, and destined to be a phoenix.

Just last month, they beheaded a boastful king.

Despite this, envoys still flocked to her seeking a marriage alliance.

The atmosphere inside and outside the princess's palace was filled with anxiety. Everyone knew that if things continued like this, someone would eventually have to be chosen, either this one or that one.

Even those born into royalty often find themselves with many constraints.

The girl nodded. "What's the panic? None of them are good enough for me."

That being said, the envoy pressed on relentlessly, making the matter quite troublesome to handle.

The Empress wasn't without ideas; she simply found someone to take her place, bestowed upon them the title of princess, and married them off in her place, thus appeasing those people.

But the little princess was unwilling to do so.

That kind of fiery pit, whoever gets pushed into it will also be in a fiery pit.

The princess pouted and said somewhat unhappily to her mother, "But then I won't be your and Father's only little princess anymore! I don't want that."

The Empress coldly told her not to be willful.

The princess seemed extremely willful: "I don't care, the Jiang Kingdom can only have one princess, and if I'm not the only one, I'd rather be dead."

The Empress had no way to deal with her and could only temporarily abandon the idea.

That evening, news arrived from the previous dynasty.

Zhou Fuwei wanted to marry her.

The marriage certificate, which forced her into marriage, has already been presented to the Imperial Study.

When the news spread, the envoys gave up their plans and did not linger in the capital. They also dared not compete with Zhou Fuwei.

If it weren't for tonight's old dream.

Jiang Yue had almost forgotten about this trivial matter. It seemed that she hadn't even noticed at the time how the envoys who had been relentlessly pressuring her to marry into the country had all given up on the idea overnight.

Was Zhou Fuwei helping her at that time?

But why?

At that time, the two had no grudges against each other, but they had never met before.