In the 21st century, beauty blogger Sang Jiang, after finishing her stream, cursed a certain brainless author a few times and unexpectedly transmigrated into a tragic female supporting character in...
By the time Sang Jiang woke up again, the sun was high in the sky.
She sat down at a stone table in the palace courtyard, resting her chin on her hand and gazing into the distance.
"Kou'er, when do you think we can go back?"
Kou'er stood behind her, eyes downcast, and said, "I think we should wait until the Empress Dowager doesn't like you anymore."
Her voice was very soft; if it weren't for the quiet surroundings, Sang Jiang probably wouldn't have been able to hear her.
She has been in this state ever since she stayed in the palace yesterday.
Sang Jiang rubbed the tip of her nose: "Is there anything I can do?"
She's so boring.
They lacked the tools to develop beauty products and didn't have mobile phones to play games.
I really don't understand why a girl would think about time travel. Does she really think that she would meet this prince or that emperor after time travel?
Since she arrived, she has been going to bed early and waking up early every day, and she has never dared to sleep too deeply, for fear that one day she might not even know that her life is in danger.
If she could, all she wanted to do right now was go home, lie down on her big Simmons bed, and be a complete couch potato.
"Fourth Miss, Second Miss requests your presence."
A palace maidservant next to Sang Ruo walked up to Sang Jiang and curtsied to her.
She was another maid named Wanting that Sang Ruo brought from the Prime Minister's residence. She and Wan Qing were sisters.
For the past two years since Sang Ruo entered the palace, she has been cared for by the two sisters.
Wan Ting, being the elder sister, was mainly responsible for all matters, large and small, within the Sang Ruo Palace.
She was much more composed than Wanqing.
Wanqing mainly served Sangruo closely.
Because Sang Ruo didn't compete or fight for anything, she didn't have much power in the palace. Even the only palace maids she could trust were the sisters Wan Ting and Wan Qing.
Sang Jiang thought for a moment and nodded: "Then let's go and see the eldest sister."
Anyway, she has nothing to do here. Who knows if Consort Lan will really come to her to teach her some makeup skills later? Rather than pretending to be friendly with them, she might as well just hide away at Sang Ruo's place and enjoy some peace and quiet.
Thinking about it, Sang Jiang got up and followed Sang Ruo out.
"Is this Sang Jiang really the Prime Minister's daughter? Why is she so down on her luck?"
"Yeah, they're dressed way too plainly."
"Didn't you see her skirt? It's so short. Even the head maidservant next to the master is probably dressed more elegantly than her."
"Sigh, I don't know what the Empress Dowager saw in her, but her makeup is indeed quite nice."
"Yes, I think she must have been bullied a lot at home..."
Upon hearing this, Wan Ting's face immediately turned cold. She strode to the corner and sternly reprimanded the three palace maids who were whispering among themselves: "What are you all doing! You've finished your work and you're here gossiping about your mistress!"
The three palace maids, startled by the news, turned around in a panic and bowed to Wanqing, saying, "Wanting, sister."
After that, he grabbed what he was holding and ran away.
Wan Ting didn't say anything more, after all, her master was someone who didn't like to cause trouble, and this wasn't someone from Sang Ruo Palace.
You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog; it's not good if things get out of hand.
She looked at Sang Jiang and said in a deep voice, "Fourth Miss, they're just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart."
Wan Ting's voice is quite magnetic and sounds very mature, while Wan Qing's voice is definitely that of a young girl.
The two sisters do indeed have two very different personalities.
"fine."
Sang Jiang didn't feel anything; she was just criticized a couple of times, and she didn't suffer any loss.
You can't expect a dog to bite you back after it bites you.
Wan Ting nodded and continued to lead the way.
Wanqing had already told her about Sang Jiang's help to Sang Ruo last night. The two sisters had been very devoted to Sang Ruo, so she now respected Sang Jiang.
If it were Sang Rui in this situation, she would probably have stayed far away, so the two of them have been getting increasingly fond of Sang Jiang.