Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

Lu Nianzheng slowly walked into the hall carrying a brocade box.

Jiang Qingyan slightly raised her eyes to look at the doorway; the expectation that Mo Ting would suddenly return had long since vanished from her heart.

Lu Nian handed the brocade box to Jiang Qingyan and said softly, "My husband, I met a young man on my way to the palace. This is a wedding gift he gave you."

Jiang Qingyan took the brocade box and smiled, "Oh? I have fans outside the palace now?"

Liang Cheng glanced at the wedding clothes on the clothes rack, then looked at Jiang Qingyan who was forcing a smile, sighed softly, and left.

Jiang Qingyan casually opened the brocade box, only to find a golden key inside. She asked in confusion, "Why did he give me a key? Does he mean... he hopes I can open the heart of any handsome man?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Nian's face darkened. She pinched her brow in exasperation and quickly changed the subject: "Husband, what are your plans for tomorrow's wedding?"

Jiang Qingyan placed the brocade box in the bedside cabinet and casually said, "Have Yi Luo find someone to disguise themselves as Mo Ting and complete the ritual for him."

Lu Nian pursed his lips and said, "Alright... then this humble subject will go back now to inform Yi Luo..."

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "Hmm... I don't need to come back to serve you tonight. Tomorrow I should be woken up early by Eunuch Wang to wash up."

Lu Nian nodded without saying anything. He gave Jiang Qingyan a light kiss on the lips and then left.

After Lu Nian left, Jiang Qingyan finally couldn't hold back anymore. She gently stroked the wedding dress that belonged to Mo Ting, and hot tears slowly fell to the ground.

She had originally planned to tell Mo Ting about her true gender during their wedding, and then reveal everything about herself to him, so that they could be completely honest with each other from then on…

But now… the Emperor and Empress's wedding has become a one-woman show for her…

Having not slept all night, Jiang Qingyan's eyes were slightly red. Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest for a while, she heard Eunuch Wang's voice, "Your Majesty, it's time to get up and wash..."

Jiang Qingyan responded and gestured for him to come in. Then she got up and sat in front of the bronze mirror, waiting for the palace maids to help her with her grooming and dressing.

The auspicious hour had arrived. With a long horn blast, Jiang Qingyan, dressed in an extremely gorgeous bright red wedding gown, sat on a golden dragon sedan chair and, surrounded by eunuchs and palace maids, headed towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Lin Zhijie arranged a grand wedding ceremony, with music resounding throughout the palace, drums beating, colorful ribbons fluttering, and ceremonial processions stretching for miles...

Jiang Qingyan slowly stepped down from the golden dragon sedan chair and stood at the bottom of the steps outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, waiting for the arrival of the "fake Mo Ting".

A moment later, with Eunuch Wang's announcement: "The Empress has arrived!"

The "fake Mo Ting" had his black hair tied up, wore a phoenix crown, and was dressed in a golden phoenix red wedding dress. He was slowly walking towards Jiang Qingyan.

Upon hearing this, everyone knelt down and bowed in reverence: "Greetings, Empress! Long live the Empress!"

Jiang Qingyan stared at that incredibly handsome and strangely familiar face, momentarily lost in thought…

She even fantasized that the person walking towards her at that moment might really be Mo Ting, who had come to his senses and returned to marry her…

The fake Mo Ting smiled slightly at Jiang Qingyan and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Jiang Qingyan was instantly pulled back to reality, and couldn't help but laugh at herself. After all, she wasn't Mo Ting; Mo Ting would never treat her with such deference…

After the sacrificial ceremony was completed, Jiang Qingyan, holding the hand of the "fake Mo Ting," sat in the main hall and received the worship of the ministers.

Next came the song and dance performances and the blessings from the court officials. Jiang Qingyan drank several cups of strong liquor but showed no signs of intoxication.

After the banquet ended, Jiang Qingyan returned to Chaoyang Palace and, as usual, dismissed all the palace maids and eunuchs. She also quietly sent the "fake Mo Ting" out of the palace.

Jiang Qingyan took out the makeup box that the original owner had secretly kept from a hidden compartment in the cabinet, sat in front of the bronze mirror, took off the crown, and slowly applied her makeup.

She hadn't seen herself as a woman in a long time, and looking at herself in the mirror, she even felt a little unfamiliar with herself...

Jiang Qingyan let out a long sigh, feeling a tightness in her chest. She took off all her clothes, removed the gauze from her chest, revealing her original good figure. Then she took out a bright red dress that she had secretly prepared from a hidden compartment in the closet and changed into it.

That was the dress she originally planned to wear for Mo Ting on their wedding night, but now she could only admire it alone…

The drums and music in the palace had long since stopped, and the palace maids and eunuchs had all gone back to rest. The Chaoyang Palace was eerily quiet.

Jiang Qingyan sat on the bed, looking at the pile of dates, peanuts, longans, and melon seeds on it, and couldn't help but sneer: "What a fine promise of a son! On her wedding night, she's spending her night alone in an empty room. What son is she talking about?"

At that moment, a series of footsteps came from inside the hall; they were very light, yet very familiar.

Jiang Qingyan's heart skipped a beat. She tilted her head to look in the direction of the sound and froze in shock...

That tall, muscular figure, that cold gaze… it’s Mo Ting… it’s really Mo Ting!

Mo Ting glanced at Jiang Qingyan sitting on the bed, a deep hostility flashing in his eyes. He said coldly, "No wonder he made you Empress. You truly are the most beautiful woman in the world... He ultimately loves the woman he loves..."

Jiang Qingyan was completely confused. Mo Ting didn't recognize her? And he even mistook her for a love rival?

She was about to explain when Mo Ting interrupted her, "Where is the Emperor? Why wasn't he there on our wedding night?"

Jiang Qingyan was truly speechless, yet she couldn't resist teasing Mo Ting. Instead of using a man's falsetto, she spoke in her own beautiful female voice, "His Majesty drank too much... and is sleeping in the Hall of Mental Cultivation..."

Mo Ting frowned: "Then why don't you go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to serve?"

Jiang Qingyan curled her lips into a smile, stood up, and walked to Mo Ting. She hooked Mo Ting's chin with her finger, her tone extremely seductive, "Isn't that perfect? ​​You're so handsome, why don't you come and consummate our marriage tonight..."

Mo Ting slapped Jiang Qingyan's fingers away, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Since he has made you Empress, he must love you dearly. You should fulfill your duties as Empress! How can you be worthy of his love with such dissolute behavior?"

Jiang Qingyan rubbed her fingers, which he had slapped so hard, and chuckled. "You came here so late at night, surely not just to teach me how to be an empress?"

Mo Ting's heart trembled. Ever since Yun Ao took him out of the palace, he had been practicing martial arts in the mountains. Later, he heard from a passing hunter that the emperor was marrying the empress today, and his heart was filled with hatred and bitterness.

I left Da'an intending to see what kind of empress that unfaithful emperor had married, but I never expected the empress to be so absurd...

Seeing Mo Ting's dejected appearance, Jiang Qingyan continued with her alluring eyes, "I've heard that the Emperor is fond of men. You must be a heartbroken man who had a fleeting affair with the Emperor. Since you're heartbroken, why not sleep with me? It would be a way to get revenge on the Emperor..."

Mo Ting glared at Jiang Qingyan and said in a deep voice, "You are so beautiful, yet your heart is so vicious. I wouldn't feel at ease leaving you by his side..."

Having said that, Mo Ting concentrated his inner strength in his palm and was about to unleash it on Jiang Qingyan…