"Miss Song?" Ji Fengyao looked up at Xique.
As the girl became more and more familiar with the household, she heard more and more gossip.
She never cared about these things, and when she suddenly heard Xi Que mention Miss Song, she didn't react for a moment.
"It's that one who's going to marry into the family along with Princess Zhaoping, Song Huiru. I heard her father is a sixth-rank official or something, not a high-ranking one, but he's very ambitious. He relies on Song Huiru's talent and looks and is single-mindedly trying to climb the social ladder. Her father originally wanted to send her to the palace, but who would have thought the Emperor would take a different approach and send her to our household instead?" Xique said, pouting and rolling her eyes, her face full of displeasure.
Ji Fengyao listened to this while constantly writing down the names of the medicinal herbs.
She doesn't comment on people she hasn't met.
Furthermore, she really didn't care about these ordinary women.
There are countless talented women in the cultivation world, each with fair skin, beautiful face, and long legs, all of them like celestial beings.
If she were to guard against every pretty girl like a thief, that would be exhausting.
Besides, she trusted her master.
Even if Master has no memory now and is just the Ninth Prince of the mortal realm, he is still a figure of great stature, and would never be moved by someone's beauty.
The magpie chattered on, recounting the news it had gathered recently: "And then there's that Miss Qian. She's not from a high social class, but she's incredibly classy. As soon as the Emperor bestowed the marriage, her family started spreading the word throughout the capital that she was going to marry into our Ninth Prince's household, and that the Prince would be their son-in-law. Every few days, she's out in groups of three or five, making everyone fawn over her, saying that in terms of background, talent, character, and looks, she's miles ahead of you, Miss. Pah!"
"Her looks are way better than mine?" Ji Fengyao couldn't help but chuckle as she looked up at Xi Que again.
“Of course, how could those shameless people say such a thing?” Xi Que rolled up her sleeves and patted the back of her porcelain-white and delicate hands, saying with great confidence, “Don’t even mention you, Miss. In Kyoto, you can find a few people whose skin can compare to mine. Apart from Lin Shuang and Bai Lu, how many others are there?”
It's not that Xi Que is bragging.
After a medicinal bath and a period of cultivation, her originally rough and yellow skin has now become fair and delicate.
He's like a completely different person compared to when he first arrived in Beijing.
Ji Fengyao was amused by her proud little appearance, reached out and pinched her cheek, and laughed: "Look how proud you are. When your cultivation level is higher and your appearance is even better, won't you be so happy that you die?"
"Really, Miss? I can become even more beautiful?" Magpie exclaimed excitedly.
Girls love beauty, and the carefree Magpie is no exception.
"Well, there are no ugly women in the cultivation world. Once a woman's cultivation level is high enough, she can even expend spiritual energy and use pills to reshape her appearance and facial features. However, beautiful female cultivators are usually coveted, so many female cultivators who are focused on cultivation choose to have an ordinary or ugly appearance." Ji Fengyao took the opportunity to slowly instill the world of cultivators in Xique, subtly letting her become familiar with it.
The magpie looked on with longing: "Are cultivators' methods really that amazing? Then I must work hard to cultivate the Spirit Gathering Technique!"
At this time, in Qiwu Palace.
While massaging Emperor Shang Xiche's acupoints, Empress Chen Ziying softly asked, "Your Majesty, are you feeling better? Has your headache eased a bit?" Her eyes, though seemingly smiling, were cold and icy, carrying a hint of disdain and aloofness.
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