Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Some of the young girls even cried, moved to tears.

Sitting at the head of the table, Jun Wuji's burning gaze never left Qianmo.

Only when he could no longer see Qianmo did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

This woman entered his heart with just one glance.

He insisted on going there with his elder brother tomorrow.

The banquet was still going on. Having just watched Qianmo and the others dance, anything that happened now seemed as insignificant as plain water.

Everyone ate and drank, and finally presented their birthday gifts.

The birthday banquet then came to an end.

On her way back, Tang Qingyou overheard the palace maids around her whispering about Qianmo and the like.

Then it became clear that this time, Qianmo had once again become famous overnight.

Sure enough, she still has a bit of the female lead's halo.

Tang Qingyou returned to her bedchamber, removed the heavy headdress and ceremonial robes, washed them clean, and lay down on the soft couch once more.

One palace maid was wringing out her hair, while another was gently applying pearl cream to her body.

Because her skin is so delicate, she needs such meticulous care every day.

Before they had finished, Jun Wuyan walked in.

The palace maids stopped what they were doing and bowed to Jun Wuyan.

Because of the burning incense, the whole room was filled with a light and faint fragrance.

Because the palace maids moved so gently, Tang Qingyou had unknowingly closed her eyes.

Of course, they didn't know that Jun Wuyan had already walked over at this moment.

Jun Wuyan walked up to Tang Qingyou and looked at her crystal-clear little face in the candlelight.

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

The palace maids exchanged glances and then left.

Jun Wuyan sat down to the side and looked at Tang Qingyou's exposed calves.

It still had pearl cream on it, and hadn't been rubbed off yet.

He reached out and gently rubbed her skin. Her skin was very delicate, and even though he was very gentle, there were still red marks on her legs.

Jun Wuyan helplessly spread his hands and stopped moving.

He used a thin blanket to cover Tang Qingyou.

His gaze was deep, like the vast starry sky.

Seemingly remembering something, Jun Wuyan got up again.

He had just stepped out of the main hall when he bumped into Qianmo, who was rushing in.

"Oh...Your Majesty..."

Qianmo immediately knelt on the ground.

Jun Wuyan looked down at her. She was still wearing her official robes, but she had deliberately lowered the collar, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white chest.

"Are you the one who danced today?"

Jun Wuyan asked.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Qianmo was overjoyed.

"Excellent, bestow upon her the title of Ronghua!"

After Jun Wuyan finished speaking, he strode forward.

The surprise came so suddenly that Qianmo was still kneeling there.

Although she was only a fifth-rank official, it was still a very gratifying achievement.

After all, she didn't serve the emperor; she only danced in front of the palace.

But take it slow, the Emperor will definitely dote on her.

Qianmo slowly stood up, then suddenly turned around and looked at Tang Qingyou, who was still sleeping on the soft couch.

A faint smile played on her lips. Just you wait! Tang Qingyou.