The Imperial Workshop dared not neglect Consort Yun's instructions and worked through the night to produce the men's clothing.

The next morning, when Chunlan went to inquire, the craftsmen handed her the finished product with smiles on their faces, and even specially instructed her: "The Empress's design is novel and unique, so we have been extremely careful to make sure the Empress is satisfied."

When Chunlan returned to Yanxi Palace with the clothes, Lin Yun had just finished washing up. Seeing that the clothes were finished so quickly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she immediately unfolded them to examine them closely. Every detail was exactly as she had designed.

"Your Highness, please try it!" Chunlan said excitedly, and Xiahe beside her nodded repeatedly.

Lin Yun smiled slightly, took the clothes, and went into the inner room. A moment later, when she came out again, Chunlan and Xiahe's eyes widened instantly.

The "man" before them stood tall and straight, dressed in a dark blue stand-up collar men's suit with a light blue long veil with slits reaching his knees. From afar, he appeared aloof and elegant, but up close, he was as gentle and refined as jade. His wide-sleeved robe, with its fluttering hem, exuded a dashing and unrestrained air.

A wide belt embroidered with gold thread tightly cinched her waist, outlining her slender waistline in a sharp and alluring way.

She tied her long hair into a man's bun, held an ivory bone fan in her hand, and gently unfolded it, revealing several ink bamboos painted on the fan, making her look even more elegant.

"Your Majesty...you, you are truly..." Chunlan stammered, unable to find the right words to describe herself.

Xia He blushed and whispered, "If I didn't know your identity, I would definitely think you were a handsome young master."

Lin Yun slammed her folding fan shut, then gently lifted Xia He's chin with the fan ribs, deliberately lowering her voice as she said, "Young lady, you're so pretty, why don't you come home with me?"

Xia He's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, even her ears burned, which made Lin Yun burst into laughter.

When Li Mama heard the noise and came in, she was taken aback when she saw Lin Yun's attire. Then she shook her head and smiled, "Your Highness's outfit is so stunning that even the Emperor would be unable to take his eyes off her."

Lin Yun blinked and said mysteriously, "Don't tell the Emperor, Granny."

Around noon, after finishing his official duties, Emperor Yongzheng strolled to Yanxi Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, he noticed that the atmosphere was different today. The palace maids were gathered in twos and threes, their faces flushed with shyness.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, indicating that Su Peisheng did not need to announce his arrival, and walked straight into the inner hall.

However, as soon as he stepped into the gate of Yanxi Palace, Yongzheng's smile froze on his face.

Under the corridor in front of the palace, a "man" dressed in an indigo robe was standing with his back to him, holding an ivory fan, chatting and laughing with several palace maids. The "man" was tall and slender with a slim waist, and his black hair was tied up in a man's bun. Every move he made exuded a charming and elegant air.

Yongzheng felt a rush of heat to his head, and his vision went black.

There's a strange man in his Yanxi Palace? Where's Yun'er? What are the palace servants doing? Why didn't anyone announce their arrival?

"Insolence!" Yongzheng roared, his voice booming like thunder. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his eyes were sharp; he was clearly furious!

Su Peisheng was following behind the Emperor when he saw a man and was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

The entire Yanxi Palace fell silent instantly. The palace maids were so frightened that their faces turned ashen, and they knelt down with a thud.

The "man" turned around upon hearing the sound, but showed no sign of panic. Instead, a sly smile appeared on his lips.

Yongzheng was about to reprimand him sternly, but he stopped abruptly when he met those familiar almond-shaped eyes.

Those eyes—so bright and lively, sparkling with life—who else could they be but his Yun'er?

Seeing Yongzheng frozen in place, Lin Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of smug satisfaction at having pulled off a prank.

She swiftly unfolded her folding fan, half-concealing her face, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes: "Young master, are you mistaken for someone else by staring at me like that?" Her voice was deliberately low, carrying a hint of mockery.

Yongzheng then came to his senses and carefully examined the person in front of him. He saw that Lin Yun was dressed in men's clothing: a long robe with wide sleeves, the hem of which fluttered in the wind; she flicked her long sleeves, holding a fan in front of her left hand and behind her right, her black hair tied up with a jade crown, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and she was as aloof as a banished immortal.

"You..." Yongzheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. The rage he had felt earlier receded like a tide, replaced by a strange tremor.

His Yun'er is so... stunning.

Seeing that Yongzheng still did not speak, a sly glint flashed in Lin Yun's eyes.

She stepped forward, lightly lifting Yongzheng's chin with her fan, and mimicking the tone of a playboy, said, "This young master is quite handsome. Would you do me the honor of sharing a drink?"

This action terrified the surrounding palace servants.

Granny Li nearly fainted, while Chunlan and Xiahe kept their heads down, not daring to look at the Emperor's expression.

Su Peisheng stood there, speechless with shock, his heart pounding.

To everyone's surprise, instead of getting angry, Yongzheng chuckled and grabbed Lin Yun's wrist, saying, "How dare you flirt with me?" His voice was deep and carried a hint of danger.

Lin Yun then stopped joking and tried to bow, but Yongzheng pulled her into his arms.

"Your Majesty..." she whispered, her cheeks flushing.

Yongzheng looked down at the person in his arms. His Yun'er was dressed in men's clothing, but the corners of her eyes were tinged with the blush of a girl, a contradiction that made one's heart tremble.

Recalling the story of Emperor Ai of Han and Dong Xian, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily: "I had no idea... you were into male homosexuality."

"What are you planning to do dressed like this?" Yongzheng whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

Lin Yun's ears burned, and she whispered, "Your Majesty, I just... found it interesting..."

Yongzheng chuckled, then suddenly scooped her up in his arms and strode into the inner chamber: "I want to see if you're still my Yun'er dressed like this."

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