The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Jinhua Palace.

All that could be heard was the sound of a cup being thrown and shattering. Consort Yu's charming face was now twisted in rage and looked extremely ugly.

"Please calm down, Your Highness!" her personal maid, Liu Lan, advised.

Consort Yu was furious because Yu Yuanxiang had fainted while playing shuttlecock in Yongfu Palace. It wasn't because Consort Yu doted on Yu Yuanxiang, otherwise she wouldn't have wanted Yu Yuanxiang to marry Jing Fengyao. Rather, it was because Jing Anle's actions clearly showed that she, Yu Qianxue, was not taken seriously.

"Your Majesty, the flower appreciation and poetry gathering is the day after tomorrow. Right now, we still need to help Miss Yuanxiang gain the favor of the First Prince," Liu Lan said in a low voice.

Perhaps Liu Lan's words had an effect, as she calmed her anger slightly and said fiercely, "Jing Anle, you just wait."

Today was another day for attending class. When Jing Rou arrived at Jiying Hall, she saw that Jing Anle was already sitting in his seat.

Jing Rou couldn't help but wonder why Jing Anle was always so lucky. Suppressing her disgust, she still respectfully bowed to Jing Anle, "Greetings, Princess!"

Looking at Jing Rou, Jing Anle saw that she was perfectly calm, even with a slight smile on her lips. It seemed that she had known all along that Murong Peifeng's plan had failed. At this moment, Jing Anle truly felt that Jing Rou's acting skills were superb.

Jing Anle nodded gently, "Get up."

Jing Rou also sighed, realizing she had underestimated Jing Anle, thinking she was just a good-for-nothing, but it turned out she had some tricks up her sleeve! Jing Rou was determined not to give up.

Today's lesson is about etiquette, a subject that shouldn't be too difficult for anyone here.

Jing Anle looked at Chi Wenyuan, who was giving a lecture. He was still as gentle and refined as ever. Since he started teaching him recently, Jing Anle felt that he was indeed a good person who benefited the people. But when he thought about his fate, Jing Anle felt sorry for him.

Who exactly was the murderer who killed Chi Wenyuan? Jing Anle couldn't help but wonder.

After class, Chi Wenyuan said, "You don't need to come to class tomorrow for the flower appreciation and poetry gathering."

Upon hearing this, Jing Rou finally smiled from the bottom of her heart. Composing poetry had always been one of her strengths. Last time, she hadn't managed to embarrass Jing Anle at Emperor Jing's birthday banquet, and this time she wanted to see how Jing Anle would handle it.

A poetry gathering? Jing Anle hadn't forgotten how Jing Rou had humiliated her in her previous life, but this time, it might be someone else who would be embarrassed.

After returning to the palace, Jing Anle instructed Mu Ping to secretly follow Yu Yuanxiang. In her previous life, Yu Yuanxiang amazed everyone with her poem "Ode to the Orchid" at the Flower Poetry Gathering. Considering that Yu Yuanxiang couldn't even compose a simple five-character regulated poem after marrying the emperor, there was something strange about it. Her poem must have been written by a ghostwriter found by Consort Yu!

The next day.

Afang was helping Jing Anle with her makeup for today's poetry gathering. Although Jing Anle's musical skills had surprised everyone last time, she was still worried about her and said, "Princess, today..."

Jing Anle knew what she was going to say and smiled, "Afang, don't worry, I am a princess!"

Yes, the princess is of noble status, who would dare to speak recklessly? Only after thinking of this did Afang feel relieved.

Jing Anle was dressed exquisitely and elaborately today, looking even more luxurious and elegant than before, with an air of otherworldly refinement.

“Princess, you look absolutely stunning today,” Afang exclaimed involuntarily.

Jing Anle wanted to tease her, "So you're saying I wasn't pretty before?"

Afang suddenly stammered, "No, no, no, the princess has always been beautiful, but she is especially beautiful today."

Seeing Afang's stammering, Jing Anle laughed even harder, gently poked Afang's forehead with his finger, and said, "You!"

Afang touched her forehead and muttered, "That's just how it is!"

At that moment, Mu Ping came in.

"How did things go?" Jing Anle asked seriously as she entered.

Mu Ping thought Jing Anle was incredibly prescient; she really did find a poem in Yu Yuanxiang's room, which was "Ode to the Orchid."

“Just as Your Highness predicted.” Mu Ping nodded to Jing Anle. “As for the rest, I have done as you instructed.”

Jing Anle revealed a satisfied smile, while Afang watched them from the side, puzzled.

In the Imperial Garden.

"To appreciate flowers, one must savor them and compose poems on their theme." Jing Anle noticed a group of elegantly dressed noblewomen gathered in the Imperial Garden and heard one of them introduce them as he approached.

The flower-appreciation and poetry gathering was established when the late Empress was still alive. Now, it serves not only for flower viewing but also for making close friends and sharing talent. Five years ago, Huo Baixuan, the daughter of the Minister of War, became famous throughout the palace for her exceptional talent with her poem "Ode to the Lotus," and eventually married the heir of the Marquis of Jiayang. Therefore, noblewomen from aristocratic families eagerly participate.

The eunuch announced in a shrill voice, "Princess Anle has arrived!" The noble ladies immediately fell silent, bowing to Jing Anle and saying, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Jing Anle smiled and said, "Please rise, everyone."

Her eyes swept across the room and she spotted Jing Rou. Just like in her previous life, Jing Rou was dressed in a white palace gown, perfectly adorned with pearls and jade. Combined with her beauty, she was indeed someone one couldn't help but look at. Standing beside her were noble ladies who were on good terms with her.

Jing Anle didn't want to look at her anymore, so she shifted her gaze and saw her cousin Qin Zhihua smile gently at her. She also looked at Qin Zhihua, smiled, and nodded.

Everyone was taking a good look at Princess Anle. Every move she made was elegant and extraordinary. Many of the noble ladies present had attended the event last year, and they felt that Princess Anle was so different from last year.

Last year, following Jing Rou's advice, she chose a brightly colored dress that was incredibly tacky, yet even Consort Yu praised it. Later, Jing Anle learned that those noble ladies had been laughing at her behind her back.

But today, Jing Anle was perfectly suited to the occasion. Amidst the vibrant colors of the flowers, she wore a pale pink satin dress embroidered with delicate patterns, adorned with a jade belt. She stood out beautifully amidst the profusion of blossoms, exuding both elegance and nobility. Everyone couldn't help but sigh, truly worthy of being His Majesty's only princess.

As soon as Jing Anle arrived, she naturally stole everyone's attention. Before she arrived, Jing Rou had the highest status, and all the noble ladies fawned over her. Now, Jing Rou could only follow them around Jing Anle. How could she not hate her? She thought to herself: Today, I will make sure you can't laugh!

The poetry gatherings for flower viewing are held separately for men and women. The best poems from each round are exchanged and appreciated by both sides. Everyone only gathers together at the evening banquet to determine the male and female champions, who are then rewarded.

In her previous life, the female champion was Jing Rou, and the male champion was Murong Peifeng. Even so, Jing Anle didn't notice anything strange. Everyone praised their talents and thought they were a perfect match, while she felt incompetent.

In this life, this would never happen again. Just as they were thinking this, they heard the eunuch's shrill voice: "The Imperial Concubine has arrived!"

As the person with the highest status in the harem, Consort Yu was naturally in charge of the flower appreciation and poetry gathering, while Emperor Jing was in charge of the men's side. Although it was said to be in charge, there were four judges for each side. Although the poetry gathering was an elegant gathering, it was taken very seriously.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" Everyone bowed in greeting.