Chapter 16
On the day of the Lantern Festival, You Miaoyan came to look for You Yang at noon. "Sister, you grew up in a remote countryside. Have you ever been to the Lantern Festival in our capital?"
"People from the same city just gathered together to light lanterns. It's not very interesting."
The cultivators in the world of cultivation rarely celebrate this kind of mortal festival. It’s not that Youyang is not curious, but he has never had the opportunity.
Normally, when I meet You Miaoyan, I would go to Liu Mei to pay my respects. Today, she took the initiative to come to me, so she must have an intention.
Although she didn't know what she was going to do to her, thinking about the important things she had to do in the evening, Youyang could only politely refuse.
"That's such a pity. I was thinking of taking my sister out to see the world. I thought she'd just arrived and probably never had a good time exploring the capital at night."
"This is such a huge underworld, and it's just you and me, my sister. If we don't travel together, it will be a lot less fun."
"Ah?" You Yang covered her mouth in shock, pretending to be surprised. "So my sister hasn't been in the capital for the past fifteen years. Does that mean I can't live like this?"
She looked at You Miaoyan's serious expression and felt a bit distressed.
"You don't even have many close friends to hang out with. How lonely you must have been growing up in this huge capital city all these years. I feel so sorry for you."
You Miaoyan was stunned by these seemingly caring but actually sarcastic words. She never expected You Yang to be so sharp-tongued and stubborn.
She was unwilling to be looked down upon by You Yang. "How could that be? The eldest daughter of the Liu family and I grew up together. Yesterday, someone came to invite me to be your companion, but I thought my sister would be bored staying at home all day, so I reluctantly declined."
You Yang had no other excuse, so he immediately placed his shaky, sickly fingertips against his forehead, weakly speaking.
"I'm sorry, sister. I've never been in good health, and I don't like to join in the fun. I'm afraid I won't be lucky enough to go with you. You should go with Sister Liu."
"Sister, are you sick?" You Miaoyan seemed nervous as she supported You Yang, but in fact, she moved closer to examine her more carefully. "Why don't you ask a doctor to take a look? If it doesn't help, I'll ask Aunt Liu Fei to help you get a doctor from the palace to treat you."
"Empress Liu?" You Yang almost forgot about Liu Mei's support.
Concubine Liu was the most favored concubine in the palace for her gentle nature. She was pregnant with a daughter, the fifth princess of the dynasty, Song Anyao, who was also Liu Mei's biological sister from the same father and mother.
Liu Mei's notoriety was ruined because Concubine Liu helped her suppress the rumors with her power. In order to prevent the rumors from being leaked, she almost executed all the servants who knew about it.
Due to the dominance of Concubine Liu and some whispering in the emperor's ear, You Guolin and Wen Qing divorced smoothly, and Liu Mei brought the two-year-old You Miaoyan into the mansion as his second wife.
It was also because of her that You Yang, who was only two days old, was sent far away from the capital in a carriage late one night.
You Miaoyan saw her in a daze and thought she was envious.
She raised her chin slightly and said proudly, "The most favored person in the imperial harem right now is my aunt, Concubine Liu. If my sister has the opportunity to enter the palace next time, I can take her to see the world."
You Yang: “…”
"Oh, hehe...that's not necessary." She didn't want to get to know the favorite concubine who emerged from the palace fighting. How could she possibly outsmart her in terms of cunning?
You Yang's constant refusal made You Miaoyan think that she was pretending not to care just to save face.
It was not enough for You Miaoyan to show off this, she also forced You Yang to listen to her bragging and sarcasm.
You Yang's ears were almost callused from listening to it. If this You Miaoyan could become a god in the world of cultivation, then the artistic conception she would have comprehended would definitely be the artistic conception of loading goods.
In Youyang's eyes, she is very lethal when it comes to pretending. He gets a headache whenever he hears her speak. She is invincible.
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The golden afterglow of the setting sun has not yet faded.
Before leaving, Youyang told Qingyun and Zifeng not to disturb her sleep, then she jumped out of the window, avoiding everyone's sight and jumping out of the wall.
Song Yanting's people were waiting outside.
The carriage sped and soon arrived at Prince Xuan's Palace.
Before he could get off the carriage, he heard the butler yelling outside, "Hurry, hurry, where is the ladder? Find it now! If you neglect our distinguished guests, I'll make you little bastards pay!"
You Yang lifted the carriage curtain and looked over. The gray-haired butler was hurriedly directing the servants to bring a ladder.
"No, no." You Yang waved her hand, "I can jump down by myself."
"How can this be possible? Let's use the ladder."
As soon as the housekeeper finished speaking, the ladder was brought over.
His eyes were so hot, as if he had seen a hot commodity, staring at You Yang to the point of being a little frightened.
She laughed dryly: "What's the housekeeper's name?"
"My surname is Fang, young lady, you can just call me Butler Fang." Butler Fang led the way and brought Youyang in through the gate.
When they got inside, You Yang was escorted into the room by a large group of good-looking maids before Song Yan and others even saw her.
"Be gentle!" Butler Fang regarded Youyang as more important than his baby. He watched them go away and shouted worriedly.
You Yang came to a room where gorgeous clothes were hung on the shelves all around and the dressing table was filled with beautiful hairpins and ornaments. The gems on them sparkled so brightly that her eyes were dazzled.
"Sisters, what are you doing?"
If she remembered correctly, Song Yanting should have asked him to do hard labor, so now... what was going on?
One of the maids said, "Help me take a bath."
There were three maids left behind the screen. They worked together very tacitly and quickly stripped off all the clothes that You Yangyuan was wearing.
You Yang felt a chill all over his body, and he covered his chest with his hands in fear.
"That's a bit too frank, especially since this is our first time meeting!"
The maids only took a moment to look at Youyang's proud figure, and they felt hot all over and their cheeks were burning.
Fortunately, even when they were shy, the few people did not forget the work in their hands. They ignored the temptation of the beauty, turned their eyes away and pushed Youyang into the bathtub covered with flower petals.
"What exactly are you going to do?"
This makes her look like she is selling herself...
Another maid who was combing her hair said, "I was just dressing you as instructed. I don't know anything else. If you have any questions, you can ask His Highness later."
The voices of the maids outside the screen who were carefully matching jewelry and clothes and asking each other for opinions in low voices reached Youyang's ears.
"How about this silver-red with azure blue? It looks more elegant."
"The young lady seems to have just reached the age of marriage. Isn't this outfit too old-fashioned?"
"Take a look at my set. How about the combination of Tianshuiqing and Ningzhibai?"
"It's the Lantern Festival! You're too plain."
"By the way, did anyone see what His Highness was wearing today?"
......
There was no time to listen, Youyang waited and wiped him clean, put on a clean white inner garment, and walked out from behind the screen.
Seeing her beauty like a lotus emerging from water, even these women's hearts would beat fast.
They had not put makeup on a woman for a long time, and at this moment they put all their efforts into dressing up You Yang, wanting to put on all kinds of beautiful and precious jewelry. If the head nanny had not come over to take a look, she would have been dazzled by the pearls and jade that filled You Yang's head, and her old eyes would have been almost unable to open. She would have only behaved herself after a severe scolding.
She was confused but didn't dare to act rashly. What if something broke and she was asked to pay for it? She felt that Song Yan was likely to do so.
You Yang was like a puppet, allowing the maids to dress her up.
Wear carved armlets, jade bracelets, necklaces and other exquisite but not eye-catching gadgets.
In half an hour, she couldn't remember how many clothes were changed on her body. So many hands were smearing her face that she didn't know what it looked like.
The farce finally ended when she was led to the bronze mirror.
You Yang's entire body was changed.
She raised her hands, slightly spread her arms, and looked down at her complicated yet unassuming dress.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the carved window lattices onto the carpet in the inner room and onto the place where Youyang was standing, giving her a layer of gold.
Sang Lei's yellow cloud-patterned coat was thin and soft, as if it would slip through his fingers if he didn't hold it tightly. As You Yang walked, the trail behind him was like ripples on the lake.
The hem of her dress was embroidered with pear blossom patterns in gold thread, which was faintly visible in the sunset light. The crimson petticoat underneath was dazzlingly bright. A deep red gold and jade belt was tied around her waist, which perfectly outlined her slender waist that could be held in one hand. The neckline was deliberately exposed in the same red as the petticoat, showing off her fair and slender neck perfectly.
The color combination of the clothes is very bold. Sang Lei's elegant yellow coat with auspicious cloud patterns is no longer so plain because of the scattered red spots.
The maids surrounding him clenched their fists and shook with excitement.
"I said this is the right way to wear it. It matches perfectly."
"I picked that armlet; it was the perfect touch."
"I was the one who combed your hair! Your Highness specifically ordered it."
......
You Yang walked to the bronze mirror, and a graceful and beautiful lady appeared in the mirror. It was herself.
The maids combed her long black hair neatly into a bun commonly used by women, and then pinned it on one side with a blue tassel hairpin inlaid with exquisite and rare natural pearls, and decorated it with some kingfisher feathers and velvet flowers. Finally, an extremely precious ruby hung on her smooth forehead.
"You don't look like someone who's here to be his bodyguard when you're dressed like that."
She glanced sideways at the pretty maid standing by, waiting for orders, "Where is your prince?"
The maid replied respectfully, making an inviting gesture, "Your Highness is waiting for you in the front hall."
Youyang followed her, passing by beautiful scenery along the way and arriving at the front hall.
"Your Highness is waiting for you inside." After saying that, the little maid turned around and left.
You Yang has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and her posture and demeanor have a special temperament. She lifts the hem of her skirt lightly and takes light steps.
Besides Song Yanting, there was also the nasty guy in the hall who had been slapped twice by her last time.
"Your Highness, why did you invite me here today and dress me up like this? What is your intention?"
You Yang used to wear disciple uniforms all day in the sect, and now she is being treated harshly by her stepmother in this storybook, so she has never dressed so gorgeously and dazzlingly.
When Song Jingmo saw her, his eyes widened. It was so unreal that he almost thought she was a fairy from the Ninth Heaven who had descended to earth. He was so amazed that he blinked dozens of times in a row. He still felt that the person in front of him was unreal and even forgot to be afraid.
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