All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

Bu Ji helped her up, touched a strand of hair hanging on her chest awkwardly, twisted the hair and said.

"It's serious, it's serious."

"This is just a matter of course. You don't have to go through fire and water."

The atmosphere around her suddenly became like that in a palace fighting drama where the heroine accepts her confidant, and she felt a chill down her spine.

There's no need to make the situation so tense. It would be good enough if she and Li'er were alive and well.

Li'er looked at her young mistress with admiration, thinking that although her young mistress's behavior had become abnormal after entering the palace, she was still better to her than before, and she was extremely happy.

"Don't worry, young lady. You will definitely make the sachet look like new. I'm sure the emperor will like it."

Oh, and there is this matter.

Bu Ji almost forgot that she had promised Li Ji to give him her own personal sachet.

After Li'er escaped from danger, she put the matter behind her.

"You are asking for your life. This sachet cannot be embroidered now. At least let me think of a solution."

The emperor did not give up punishing Li'er, but delayed her punishment.

Bu Ji had to think of a way to make Li Ji forget about punishing Li'er, or in other words, to make him change his mind and withdraw his decision to cane Li'er.

She suddenly grabbed Li'er's wrist, looked at the sachet in her hand, and said in an affirmative tone.

"You teach me. I have to embroider this sachet myself."

Li'er looked at her puzzledly and asked.

"My lady, you knew how to do it before, didn't you? Madam taught you when she was alive. You are much better at needlework than I am."

"When you were in the mansion, you said you wanted to embroider a handkerchief with mandarin ducks playing in the water, but later you were delayed by the selection of concubines, so you never completed it."

The corners of Bu Ji's mouth trembled twice. It turned out that she was so clever and could even embroider mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"I haven't embroidered for a long time. My hands are not good enough. Can you teach me?"

She said this and walked quickly into the house.

Li'er shook her head helplessly, took the sewing basket from the railing next to her, and walked into the house.

After a while, Bu Ji's cry was heard from the room.

"Master, please slow down. Your hand is pierced."

"It's okay, don't bandage it, just leave it like that, I'll continue embroidering."

"Ah, but it's still bleeding."

"It's only sincerity if it's pierced."

......

The fingers are connected to the heart, so it would be strange if it didn't hurt. But she pricked all her fingers, and then she would take the sachet to give to the emperor, which would just stimulate Li Ji's desire to protect her.

As a man, no one can escape this routine.

Their animal instinct is to pity "weak" women.

Bu Ji used to be disdainful of this, but now the situation forced her to boldly use Li Ji in order to preserve the square world above her head.

In the evening, after dinner, a familiar figure jumped down from the roof of Yiku Palace, pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Bu Ji and Li Er were sitting on a low couch eating melon seeds. They were startled when they saw Ke Yan appear out of nowhere.

Bu Ji put down a handful of melon seeds, patted the crumbs on his hands, stood up and greeted her.

"Miss Keyan, why are you here at this time?"

Li'er also stood up along with the young lady at home, but there was no smile on her face. She moved aside unhappily.

If Ke Yan had not been serious when he came to deliver the sachet and had not said a word to Yanzhi, how could those gossipy palace maids have made up rumors and spread them.

In her opinion, this woman looks careless, but she is actually very thoughtful.

Ke Yan carried a long sword on his back, clasped his hands together, knelt down and saluted, then suddenly spoke.

"Today's incident was caused by me, and I came here specially to apologize to you, my dear master."

Bu Ji quickly helped her up and pulled her to sit on the low couch.

"Did His Highness ask you to come?"

"I lost the sachet myself. It's good enough that you can return it to me."

"Those palace servants who gossip are bad, but you are good."

She smiled sweetly at Ke Yan, who was sitting casually on the low couch, staring at her in a daze for a moment.

Bu Ji waved his hand in front of her a few times before she came to her senses and spoke embarrassedly.

"My lady is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"I used to want to be a woman..."

Ke Yan was born a chivalrous woman in the martial arts world. She practiced martial arts for many years and had a slightly burly figure, but she had the gentle appearance of a Jiangnan girl. The free and easy heroic air between her brows was added later.

With her crown tied on and wearing a neat robe like a man, she looks like a pretty lady at first glance.

When Bu Ji saw the sadness on her face, he knew that she wanted to be a woman again. Whether for Prince Yu or for herself, Bu Ji decided to help her realize this wish.

"That's easy. You are a woman anyway. You just need to dress up a little."

"Li'er, go get all my jewelry, and also the new goose yellow dress."

Li'er hesitated for a moment and said with a pout.

"My dear, that dress was just made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It is made of Yuehua brocade material. You have never worn it once."

This Yuehua brocade was given by the Empress Dowager when she first entered the palace. There is only one piece for each person. It is priceless and extremely precious.

The young lady actually wanted to give Yuehuajin's clothes to this woman, and she felt it was inappropriate.

Bu Ji smiled gently and reached out to push her.

"Go quickly."

Li'er brought all the things over in a short while.

A square mahogany brocade box contains all of Bu Ji's jewelry.

She put the folded clothes aside, held the bottom of the box with one hand, opened the brocade box with the other hand, and placed it in front of Bu Ji.

Bu Ji picked up a plain silver hairpin, placed it on Ke Yan's head, gestured, shook his head, and picked up a white jade hairpin...

Ke Yan declined, but she enthusiastically pulled her to sit in front of the dressing table.

"It'll be fine soon."

"Let me show you how I restore your beauty."

Bu Ji didn't dare to reveal her identity. If Ke Yan knew that she used to paint faces for the dead, she would definitely think that she was crazy and talking nonsense.

Li Er picked up the comb and combed Ke Yan's hair into a bun that was popular among girls in the capital, and then changed Ke Yan's clothes herself, as Ke Yan would not wear such a complicated dress.

Bu Ji took out rouge and powder, and meticulously applied makeup to her, even retouching her face.

"It's done."

It was done in half an incense stick of time, mainly because Ke Yan was naturally beautiful, so she didn't have to exert much effort.

Li'er came in carrying a copper basin for washing hands and couldn't help but exclaim.

"My God."

"She's even prettier than the courtesan in Zuiyue Tower."

Bu Ji frowned slightly, glared at her jokingly, and said.

"Li'er, you are really good at comparison. How can you compare a decent woman with an oiran?"

Unexpectedly, Ke Yan didn't care at all and confessed.

"My mother used to be the most beautiful courtesan in Zuiyue Tower..."

Li'er opened her mouth wide. It was just an unintentional remark of hers, but it unexpectedly hit the mark.

But upon closer inspection, Ke Yan does look similar to the courtesan of Zuiyue Tower many years ago.

Why did she know that? It was because her father used to be a servant in Zuiyue Tower. Before she entered the Censorate, she had seen the portrait of the oiran.