Transmigrated Female Official

Back in the Clothing Pavilion, the group dared to openly discuss the pavilion's outstanding performance at the banquet. Their faces were filled with undisguised excitement and pride, especially when Chu Qingluo's promotion was mentioned, which added a touch of envy.

"Qingluo, congratulations!" Besides being happy for her, Peony also felt a little disappointed: "But I'm also very reluctant to see you leave the Clothing Pavilion."

Ziyan took off his mask and came closer: "Yes! I'll miss you too!" He rarely found such a close friend, someone he could confide in without restraint.

Compared to all of this, the one who least wanted Chu Qingluo to leave was definitely herself! But there was no point in saying more, so she sighed helplessly: "It's not like I'm leaving the palace. We can still see each other often."

Luo Lifei walked over at this moment, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, you do have some skills. Congratulations!" After saying this, she turned and left.

Chu Qinglu smiled faintly. In fact, Luo Lifei was just a glib-tongued person with a spoiled young lady's temper. She wasn't that bad. Compared with the villains in those palace dramas, she was not even in the same league. The difference in their levels was too great. She didn't even have the right to be called a 'villain'.

Inside the cabinet, Seventh Aunt had been holding back for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty is so confused! Why did you ask for credit for Chu Qingluo?" Li Ziyou has always been a sensible person, so why did she make such a blunder this time? If Li Ziyou hadn't brought it up, the Empress wouldn't even know who Chu Qingluo was.

Li Ziyou, however, disagreed, saying, "What do you think?"

Aunt Qi: "I just don't understand. Not only did the adults help her claim credit, but they also watched as Ji Jie snatched the person away... It's really incomprehensible."

With a faint smile, Li Ziyou calmly picked up her pen and wrote a single character on the paper.

"Jin?" Aunt Qi still didn't understand what she was trying to say.

"This gold is meant to shine; how could you and I possibly hide it?" Li Ziyou's words were like a wake-up call. A small temple cannot contain a great Buddha. Seventh Aunt understood everything now, but she wondered if Li Ziyou had overestimated Chu Qingluo.

"Who knows when she'll rise to prominence? I don't expect her to remember my kindness, I just don't want her to think that I'm trying to trip her up before she's even successful."

Last time, Li Ziyou deliberately let Chu Qingluo negotiate the platform arrangement with Ji Jie herself, just to test her abilities. Ji Jie was always a bully who preyed on the weak, but she hadn't expected Chu Qingluo to resolve the issue so easily. Li Ziyou was betting that such a shrewd person would eventually stand out from the many executives; she had merely given her a push in advance to create a good impression for her later.

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The Empress returned to the Phoenix Palace and went to bathe in the Huaqing Pool. Images of the gifts presented by the various palaces that day flashed through her mind, the most ingenious being those from the Clothing Pavilion. Those unique garments accentuated her graceful figures and were truly beautiful.

"Have Longkui inform Lord Li tomorrow to have several sets of clothing made to my specifications, based on the attire presented today," she said to Chonghuan behind her.

"Yes." Chonghuan was the Empress's personal male attendant, serving by her side.

The Empress closed her narrow phoenix eyes slightly, wanting to fully enjoy the flower-filled hot spring, but then a white mask appeared before her. She curled her lips into a smile: "Go and invite the masked male attendant from the Clothing Department who was wearing a mask today."

"Yes." Chong Huan was taken aback, but still withdrew without changing his expression.

It seems that Chu Qingluo is not the only one who has become famous overnight.

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Upon receiving the Empress's summons, the male attendants of the Clothing Pavilion erupted in a lively discussion.

With a heart full of trepidation, Ziyan approached Huaqing Pool and respectfully bowed.

"No need for formalities, raise your head." The Empress's voice floated up through the mist.

Ziyan slowly raised his head, his gaze still fixed on his fingers, not daring to overstep his bounds.

He was still wearing the same blue brocade robe he wore when presenting the gift. He was slightly thin, with a pointed chin, and had a handsome and gentle appearance.

Zi Yan's face couldn't compare to Ji Qiran, who was hailed as the most handsome man in Yancheng. If it were immediately obvious, the Empress probably wouldn't pay much attention. Therefore, Chu Qingluo came up with the idea of ​​using a mask, hoping to pique the Empress's interest. As for whether the Empress would actually see the face hidden behind the mask, she wasn't entirely sure. But first, she needed to give him the opportunity to meet the Empress, right?

"Hmm, you have bright and clear features. I thought you had an injury on your face." The Empress's eyes were filled with laughter, as if she were joking with him, and she asked, "What's your name?"

"Your Majesty, my name is Ziyan."

Seeing that he looked clean and neat, the Empress had a good impression of him and smiled slightly: "Come down and massage my shoulders."

“...Yes.” Zi Yan was secretly pleased, as familiarity with muscles and bones was something he excelled at.

He carefully removed his clothes and washed himself in the small pool beside Huaqing Pool before daring to step into it. He circled behind the Empress, and when his fingers touched the soft bones of her shoulders, he felt his heart could no longer bear it and was about to burst out of his chest!

Chu Qingluo was his lucky star, a true benefactor! Zi Yan silently thanked her and her ancestors a hundred times over! A thousand times over!