Shen Mianmian transmigrated into a book! She found herself inside a popular historical romance novel. To her horror, she had become the stunning but foolish cannon fodder transmigrator!
Accor...
The man had long, slender eyebrows and eyes, his gaze as calm as moonlight, and his well-defined face like a finely sculpted piece of jade.
A gentle evening breeze blew, lifting his white gauze robe, and a section of his sleeve drifted into the curtained area, like a veil handed over by a celestial being from the moon, capable of transporting mortals to the Moon Palace.
Shen Mianmian quickly averted her gaze from the man's face, her heart pounding—something's fishy! Something's definitely fishy!
Such stunningly beautiful men and women who suddenly appear are often a trap, like the woman herself.
In the blink of an eye, the slumbering CPU has been running at high speed for tens of thousands of revolutions—who is the most handsome man in this novel? The author doesn't seem to mention it, but he has described how handsome the male protagonist, the Regent, is on multiple occasions.
The Regent's character is supposed to be ruthless and cold-blooded, so he's definitely not this type. Then... wait, she seems to remember!
She vaguely remembered reading in the book that when the noble ladies of the capital gathered, they gossiped and mentioned that the young master Ruyue from Princess Ruian's mansion was the real beauty.
In ancient times, women were generally reserved and would not easily praise a handsome man. If they did, it meant that he was truly extremely handsome.
Prince Ruyue?
Shen Mianmian hurriedly looked up at the man's face, which was as serene and fair as the moonlight. Combined with the snow-white fine gauze robe he was wearing, she exclaimed in amazement, "Isn't this just like a fairy in the moon?"
Generally, stage names are chosen based on the individual's characteristics.
Furthermore, since there was no bleach in ancient times, even white clothes were usually off-white or other shades of white, and it was rare to see such a pure white without any impurities.
Clothes of this color are probably more expensive than gold of the same weight, right?
The man's thin lips parted slightly, his voice as clear as a moonlit spring, "From the moment you entered the manor today, I was captivated. I am utterly devoted to you. I wonder if you would be willing..."
Before the man could finish speaking, Chen Mianmian let out a loud scream, "Ah! There's a man here! How can there be a man here?"
The man was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, Chen Mianmian rushed forward and shoved him hard, sending the unsuspecting man flying to the side. She then jumped off the bunk bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran out barefoot.
He ran while shouting, "Help! Where are the maids in the guest rooms? Aren't there any maids on night duty here? Are the maids all neglecting their duties?"
Even a fool could tell that the man was able to enter the room smoothly because the maids must have been arranged in advance.
She shouted this so that those hiding in the shadows would hear—you'd better come out quickly. All the servants who usually surround you have vanished when a man came in today? What a coincidence! Don't treat the others like fools!
Moreover, Chen Mianmian bets that although the courtyard looks empty, there might be a bunch of people hiding in the shadows.
Don't novels often mention secret guards? Perhaps the princess's residence even has secret guards.
Just then, a person rushed out of the side room, "Don't be afraid, Aunt! I'm here!"
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Hanrong.
However, Hanrong was also wearing her undershirt and trousers and was barefoot. She was not much better off than Hanrong, which showed how hurried and anxious she was when she ran out.
Chen Mianmian stared at Han Rong, whose clothes were disheveled, her expression becoming stunned and her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Seeing her aunt standing there dumbfounded, Hanrong assumed she was terrified and quickly grabbed her hand. "Don't be afraid, Aunt. I'm here. What happened? I heard you say there was a man? Are you having a nightmare? The Princess's residence is heavily guarded. How could a man have gotten in?"
As soon as Hanrong finished speaking, she felt a flash of silver light through the door to the side.
She turned to look, and was immediately stunned—that wasn't some silver light at all! It was a living, breathing person, a man… and a man of unparalleled beauty.
The man was dressed in a white gauze robe, his black hair hanging down to his waist. As the evening breeze blew, the soft gauze robe and his hair swayed gently in the air. He didn't seem like a real person at all; he looked more like a god or a figure from a painting.
In real life, how many people are this good-looking?
The prince was already handsome, but compared to this otherworldly man, he was still somewhat inferior.
Upon seeing that the two women were wearing undergarments, the man avoided their gaze and turned slightly to the side, saying, "Excuse me, misses, I've come to the wrong room."
Chen Mianmian also turned her back to the man, "I see. There's no one here. Please leave quickly, young master. To avoid misunderstandings, please try not to mention this matter."
"Yes, the young lady has been frightened."
After saying that, the man calmly walked out of the courtyard.
Every move he made, his clothes fluttering, made him seem like a deity who could ride the clouds at any moment.
Hanrong's amazed gaze involuntarily followed, but Chen Mianmian pulled her over and dragged her into the house.
Hanrong was completely bewildered and asked, "Auntie, what's going on? I only slept for a short while, where are the maids? And who was that man just now?"
Shen Mianmian gave her a deep look. "In the Princess's residence, whether it was the palace maids who were brought out of the palace back then, or the maids who were trained later, they were all capable talents selected from among hundreds. They suddenly disappeared, but a man appeared. Do you think this is a coincidence?"
Hanrong suddenly realized, her face turning pale with fright. "It can't be a coincidence, but... I still don't understand. Could it be... could that person also be the princess's lover? But I didn't see that person at the Golden Jade Courtyard before."
"Alright, that's enough for you. Also, you can tell whoever you want news from our Bright Moon Courtyard, but you'd better keep your mouth shut about news from the Princess's residence. Otherwise, if the Princess gets angry, it won't be something you can handle alone." Shen Mianmian's tone was serious, with absolutely no hint of joking.
Hanrong nodded repeatedly in fright, "Don't worry, Aunt, I won't say a word."
Chen Mianmian raised her eyes and stared intently at the window—she hadn't seen him at Jinyu Courtyard? Of course she wouldn't see him, because this was Princess Ruian's most beloved male favorite; how could she let other women see him on ordinary days?
As for those brought to the Golden Jade Courtyard, she guessed they were all "reserve" male concubines, whom the princess had never touched, and were brought to the lady to "rejuvenate".
She recalled the princess's cold gaze when those prospective male concubines stared at her in the Golden Jade Courtyard.
Is the princess angry? So she sent her most handsome male concubine to entrap her?
No way!
The princess didn't care about those prospective male concubines at all, so while she might be slightly annoyed when they looked at her, she probably wouldn't get jealous.
According to normal female thinking, if a woman encounters a stunningly beautiful woman, she would rather her boyfriend never see her, than risk sending her favorite male concubine to the woman.
Is the princess so sure that the male concubines won't be tempted?
Even the most handsome man is still a man, and what man doesn't like a beautiful woman? She was confident in her looks.
unless……
The princess's favorite male concubines didn't come because of trivial matters like jealousy, but because of some important matters that needed to be tested.
Big news? What big news could a concubine in a marquis's household possibly have?
Or perhaps the person in question isn't her, but someone close to her?
Shen Mianmian then remembered that Guanshui, who was beside the prince, was sent by the princess, and she finally understood—what the princess cared about was not whether the male concubine was moved, but whether she could resist temptation and be worthy of the prince.