When Hua Ling opened her eyes again, she found herself in an exquisite and luxurious women's boudoir.

Layers of snow curtains fluttered down to the ground. Three feet away from the huanghuali wood bed, mist slowly emerged from the mouth of a bronze beast with curled ears. On the red-carved treasure pavilion by the window were placed plum vases, flower vases, and jade bonsai.

A maid in a purple dress came over and saw Hua Ling was awake. She said in surprise, "Miss, you are finally awake!"

Hua Ling sat up and asked warily, "Who are you?"

The maid's eyes flashed, "I am Chunyu, miss, don't you recognize me?"

"Yes, is that so?" Hua Ling covered her head, as if suddenly remembering something, and asked, "I remember I had two personal maids, Chunyu and Xiazhu. Where is Xiazhu?"

Chunyu breathed a sigh of relief: "Xia Zhu has gone to prepare the things for the young lady to enter the palace tomorrow."

"Enter the palace?"

"Yes." Chunyu smiled and said, "Miss, have you forgotten? You are the Emperor's chosen Consort Ning and will enter the palace tomorrow."

Hua Ling was stunned, then shook her head: "I didn't forget to bring my favorite kingfisher feather and pearl inlaid headpiece."

Hearing this, Chunyu's smile deepened: "Master has invited a maid from the palace to teach Miss etiquette, and this servant will help Miss get up."

Hua Ling obediently went to learn etiquette.

The Minister of Revenue and his wife, Mrs. Li, watched from afar in the pavilion.

Li was worried: "Is there really no mistake? This is a grave crime punishable by the death of nine generations of the clan."

"What can I do?" The Minister of Revenue threw down his teacup with force. "I can't afford to offend either of them. I can only take it one step at a time."

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The next day, the outside was decorated with lights and colorful lanterns, and the sound of gongs and drums was deafening.

Fang Yunheng came to pick up the bride on a tall horse.

He told others that he was marrying the adopted daughter of the Minister of Revenue, but in fact he was marrying Wen Qinning.

At the same time, Hua Ling got into a sedan chair accompanied by Chunyu. With Chunyu's superb makeup skills and special dressing, Hua Ling now looked 90% like Wen Qinning.

The eunuch who came to greet her did not recognize her, so she entered the palace and lived in Ninghuan Palace.

At night, Haruyu bathed and changed Hua Ling's clothes, and secretly put aphrodisiacs in the incense.

Hua Ling pretended not to see her action and threw a pill into the wine jug when Haruyu turned around.

The pills were so strange that the imperial physicians couldn't detect them, so she wasn't afraid of being checked.

In his previous life, the emperor managed to hold it in, but in this life, with two approaches being used, he couldn't resist no matter how strong his self-control was.

"Empress Ning, let me put on makeup for you." Chunyu took out the makeup tools.

Hua Ling was confused: "Do I need to put on makeup before going to bed?"

Chunyu still smiled: "Which empress in the palace does not dress up for the emperor's bed? Your Majesty cannot be outdone."

"Okay then." Hua Ling sat down in front of the dressing table: "Then you have to dress up nicely for me."

Under Chunyu's deliberate modification, Hua Ling's image became more and more like Wen Qinning.

Hua Ling frowned: "Why do I feel like you made me look ugly? I don't even look better without makeup."

Chunyu's hands kept moving. She placed a tiny black dot at the corner of Hua Ling's eye and said confidently, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. His Majesty likes it this way."

"real?"

"real."

Hana Ling was doubtful.

A quarter of an hour later, Emperor Xuanyuan Mo arrived.

At this time, Hua Ling was wrapped in a light pink dress with a white gauze dress on the outside, revealing her slender neck and faintly visible ravines. Her skin was as white as snow, her waist was as slender as a willow branch, and her moon-like skirt hung at her ankles.

When she saw the emperor, her beautiful eyes flickered, with a faint red at the corners of her eyes, and she looked shy and timid.

"Your Majesty, I respectfully welcome you."

Xuanyuan Mo had seen Wen Qinning's bright and flamboyant appearance many times, and he felt that she had a unique charm when she was shy at this moment. He reached out and held her, then picked her up with one hand.

"Ah!" Hua Ling exclaimed, burying her face in his chest shyly, "Your Majesty, there are still people here."

Xuanyuan Mo laughed happily as his daughter's elegant and fresh fragrance wafted into his nose. His Concubine Ning was truly a treasure. She was stunningly beautiful and had her own body fragrance.

He shouted at the servants who were watching their noses and their hearts, "All of you retreat and wait outside."

"yes."

Xuanyuan Mo held Hua Ling on his lap and poured her a glass of wine himself.

"Today is our big day, come, have a drink."

Hua Ling brought the wine to his lips and took a sip despite the discomfort.

"My dear, your alcohol tolerance is not right today." Xuanyuan Mo's eyes flashed with inquiry: "In the past, you could drink several young masters at the palace banquet."

Hua Ling glared at him charmingly and said in a reproachful tone, "Your Majesty is annoying. He knows I'm nervous today, yet he still teases me like this." After that, she picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Xuanyuan Mo poured her another cup, and after she drank three cups in a row, the emperor finally let her go and drank the rest of the wine.