Wow...you look absolutely gorgeous today!

Jiang Jiaojiao was amazed.

The dress is embroidered with peony patterns, and the skirt is embroidered with golden auspicious cloud patterns, adorned with gemstones. A bright pearl is held in the beak of the phoenix in the center of the Lingyun bun, and the tassels below the pearl hang down gently, making it look gorgeous and charming.

The dress was clearly dignified and elegant, but on Consort Jin, it took on an extra touch of charm.

"Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse."

Consort Jin covered her mouth and chuckled softly. The beauty in the mirror smiled along with her, her eyes and brows exuding natural charm.

She's almost thirty years old and has been in the palace for ten years.

While she may not be as youthful and radiant as those young girls, she possesses her own unique charm.

The emperor was at least over forty years old.

You might get tired of eating soft tofu after a while and want to try something different.

really……

As soon as Jiang Jiaojiao helped the fully dressed Consort Jin out, both of their eyes turned to look at her.

My breathing faltered.

With a crash, the emperor knocked over his teacup, jumped to his feet, and cried out, "Yun'er..."

Yun'er?

Consort Jin was startled and quickly looked down at her dress. She hadn't made a mistake in wearing it!

This is indeed a formal dress sent by the Imperial Wardrobe!

How did this situation come about, with Wanwan being a follower of Qing?

Jiang Jiaojiao was also startled. Who was Yun'er?

Upon hearing the name, the Seventh Prince swayed, his face turning deathly pale. Jiang Jiaojiao rushed over in alarm, asking, "What's wrong? Where's your medicine?"

She immediately reached for his waist, found the medicine, and quickly gave it to him.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

He coughed a few times before recovering, then turned his gaze from Consort Jin's face to Jiang Jiaojiao, his eyes filled with affection, "Jiaojiao...you're so beautiful."

"ah?"

It took Jiang Jiaojiao a while to react, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

When Consort Jin was getting ready, she insisted on dragging her along. After dressing up a little, she was discovered by him.

"You... your outfit today does resemble her somewhat."

The emperor also realized what was happening and looked at Consort Jin's features. "It's a pity she left us so early. You two would have gotten along very well."

"She seems to have a younger sister who has been lost for many years..."

The emperor was momentarily dazed, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Of course it will be you."

Speaking of which...

Everyone has guessed who the "Yun'er" the emperor was referring to is.

Consort Jin's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She secretly peeked at the Seventh Prince, imagining the appearance of the legendary Consort Yun.

Thinking about it... it really does resemble me to some extent.

Especially their phoenix eyes, the curve of the corners of their eyes is exactly the same.

After she transmigrated, she did not inherit the original owner's memories. She could only guess from the bag she carried and the bandits' words that she had gone out to find her relatives.

As for what kind of relatives they were looking for, they knew nothing.

Left with no other choice, she pretended to have amnesia and went to the Jin family, and then entered the palace to repay a debt of gratitude.

However, after entering the palace, she always appeared timid and cowardly, lazing around in her own courtyard. She had never dressed up so formally before, and no one had ever seen her face clearly.

Perhaps... I really might be the long-lost sister of Consort Yun.

But this is just too much of a coincidence.

While Consort Jin was sizing up the Seventh Prince, the Seventh Prince was also sizing up her.

The two looked at each other, and a sense of closeness appeared between them.

"It can be considered a kind of fate. Guards—bear my decree: Consort Jin has won my heart, so she is hereby conferred the title of Imperial Concubine Jin. Today's ceremony shall be conducted in accordance with the regulations for Imperial Concubines!"

Once he opened his mouth...

Everyone was stunned.

The eunuch delivering the imperial decree hurriedly went to announce it, and Granny Jin was so frightened that she immediately ordered someone to go to the Imperial Wardrobe to retrieve the new clothing and headdress.

"Thank you... Your Majesty."

Consort Jin, no, Consort Jin, hurriedly knelt down to express her gratitude. This... this person's promotion was too fast.

Just because he resembles the deceased Consort Yun in some way?

...

Chen Jin'er was the first person in history to be promoted to the rank of Imperial Concubine on the same day as the ceremony.

The ceremony ended hastily.

The Empress's expression remained unchanged throughout. Originally, she only needed to wait in the Phoenix Palace for Consort Jin to kowtow, but for the investiture ceremony, she insisted on attending in person.

Her phoenix eyes seemed to have hooks in them.

Upon seeing those strange yet familiar phoenix eyes, his expression suddenly changed, and he spilled the teacup.

Chen Jin'er's face stiffened with a smile. Seeing the Empress staring at her unmoved, she cried out, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The process of bestowing the title of Imperial Concubine is far more complicated than that of Consort of Noble Rank.

If this drags on any longer, it won't be over by dark, and she's still waiting to go drinking with Jiaojiao.

The Empress suddenly awoke with a start.

He hurriedly handed the imperial seal and edict of the concubine rank to Chen Jin'er, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"You...in the future, diligently cultivate virtue, maintain harmony in the harem, serve His Majesty, and ensure the continuation of your lineage..."

In a daze, the face of that person from back then overlapped with the face in front of her. The empress was so frightened that her face turned pale. Before the ceremony was over, she made up an excuse about a headache and hurriedly left.

Chen Jin'er was in soreness and pain all over her body, and had long wanted to quit and run away.

Once the Empress left, the remaining formalities were simplified as much as possible, and the congratulatory concubines avoided offering their blessings whenever possible.

even so.

By the time she returned to Qixiang Palace, the sun was almost setting.

"Granny...where's Jiaojiao?"

Chen Jin'er lay listlessly on the dressing table and asked, while Granny Jin directed the maids who were washing her to remove her headdress and dress, and reported.

"The young lady drank a few too many cups of wine and was taken away by His Highness."

"Are you drunk?"

Chen Jin'er said angrily, "You heartless brat, you didn't even wait for me! I'm exhausted, I never want to be promoted again!"

"Your Majesty—"

Granny Jin was so frightened that she almost covered her mouth. "My lady! You are now a concubine. You must think carefully before you speak and act. Be careful, because walls may have ears!"

Chen Jin'er rolled her eyes and covered her ears.

I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just spouting nonsense.

On the other side.

The Seventh Prince clung to Jiang Jiaojiao.

That's right, he was hanging on her, not the other way around.

Along the way.

The palace maids and eunuchs, who were walking around like ice sculptures, were dumbfounded and stumbled all the way.

Dao Qing and A Yuan followed along at a jog.

I wish I could bury my head in the ground.

Dao Qing braced himself and blocked the way again, "Miss, put it down so that I can get down."

"No! It's mine! He's mine! Don't you dare take it!"

Jiang Jiaojiao, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, walked with incredible speed.

Oh no, oh no.

His Highness has completely lost face.

Dao Qing felt a deep sense of desolation. His Highness buried his head in her arms, not lifting it or moving. He must have fainted from anger.

How can this woman be so strong!

Is it because he was drunk?

A-Yuan covered her face and followed like a quail, "Miss... please... please slow down."

Don't let His Highness get hurt.

Just as they reached the palace gate, Jiang Jiaojiao mustered all her strength, taking three steps at a time, straddled the carriage, shoved the man inside, and shouted at the stunned coachman, "Hurry—hurry up! Go!"

Hahaha!

This handsome young man is mine now!

She wants to take it back to show Xiao Jinjin and Xiao Shiqi!

They no longer have to float in mid-air and watch those disgusting old men and women bully them!

Jiang Jiaojiao, slightly drunk, comforted the handsome young man, "I'll take you home."

The young man leaned on her shoulder and said softly, "Okay."

A single word, though seemingly simple, carries immense weight.

He wants to live, to survive, to start a family, to go home, to a home that belongs to him and her, to have children, and to live a long and healthy life.