Pei Zhujin smiled at Qiao Lian'er: "Miss Qiao, this outfit won't do if you're going to see the Emperor."
Qiao Lian'er seemed to be deep in thought.
Pei Shijiu arrived quickly, followed by several maids carrying boxes of various sizes.
Pei Shijiu gestured, and the maid opened the largest box. Inside was a silver-red soft gauze palace dress, made of the finest silk, delicate and lustrous. The skirt was embroidered with gold thread that trailed to the ground, and peonies bloomed on the hem. The belt at the waist was woven with peacock purple pearls, each one lustrous. The overall look was elegant, luxurious, and grand.
"This palace dress was made according to the dimensions in the portrait, so it should still fit well," Pei Zhujin said.
"Little girl, you mustn't grow an inch taller, or you won't be able to wear these anymore," Pei Shijiu teased.
Qiao Lian'er hadn't expected them to be so well-prepared.
She was very touched: "Thank you."
"Don't thank me, but don't say that word again." Pei Shijiu shoved the box into her arms: "Go change quickly, they're going to do your hairstyle too."
He then instructed the other servants: "Go and prepare the carriages for entering the palace."
Qiao Lian'er changed into her palace attire first. The maids were amazed when they saw her, and they exchanged glances before praising her.
"The county princess is already beautiful; she would look stunning if she dressed up properly."
"The county princess has a calm and composed demeanor, which actually helps her to pull off more formal palace attire."
They were speaking from the heart, not trying to flatter Qiao Lian'er. In this capital city alone, there are several princesses and noble ladies, not to mention countless others.
Qiao Lian'er also felt that it fit perfectly. Although the skirt was a little long, it was as flowing as a cloud and very comfortable.
After walking around a few times to get used to it, you can avoid tripping over the hem of the skirt.
Then she sat in front of the mirror and had the maids do her makeup.
Two quarters of an hour passed, half an hour passed, an hour passed—
It's not ready yet.
Qiao Lian'er finally understood why Pei Zhujin had told her to rest well first and go tomorrow.
Just getting dressed up takes a long time, and she gets tired of it herself.
Fortunately, we arrived in Beijing in the morning, so we still had plenty of time.
The maids styled her hair into a lily bun, which was lively and elegant, yet exuded a powerful aura.
She was also given a full face of makeup. Just when she thought they were going to make her look like a matchmaker with rosy cheeks and a pale face, she was surprised to see that it looked natural and elegant.
Hmm, her eyebrows are darker, her eyes are bigger, and her nose is higher; it's like she was born this way.
Thinking about it, this is the capital city, it's truly different.
Qiao Lian'er slowly walked out of the room, and something flickered in Pei Shijiu's eyes.
"Little girl, you're quite convincing when you try to act like a lady." He covered his mouth and chuckled.
“Young man, Miss Qiao doesn’t need to act like a lady,” Pei Zhujin said with a smile.
"Hmm, that's true."
The carriage was parked in front of the courtyard, and a wide road led out.
Qiao Lian'er lifted the carriage curtain, and the bustling scene on the street was so captivating that she couldn't take it all in.
The Imperial City is located right in the center of the capital, and it's not far from the main street.
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