The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Although the banquet was held in the evening, the palace was already bustling with activity early in the morning.

Afang was helping Jing Anle with her makeup. Her skin was as smooth as cream, her eyebrows as crescent moon, and her face as beautiful as a peach blossom.

"The princess looks absolutely stunning today."

Jing Anle adjusted her hair and said, "Today's banquet in the palace doesn't need to be too extravagant. Ordinary attire according to rank is fine."

“The princess is beautiful. Wouldn’t it be a pity if she didn’t dress up in her finest attire?” Afang asked, puzzled.

Beauty? Hmph, what use is beauty if you're not beautiful in your past life? You still lost your country and family and were bullied by others.

Standing to the side, Mu Ping couldn't help but speak up, "The protagonist tonight is someone else, A Fang, just listen to the princess."

"Yes," Afang replied obediently.

night.

There were two pregnant ladies in the palace, so they were extremely careful about their diet.

Consort Chen harbored wicked intentions.

Ci'an Palace.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather has become quite cold, and thick curtains have long been added to the Empress Dowager's palace.

The palace was not only exquisite and magnificent, but also very warm.

"Consort Chen, look how big Consort Li's belly is! You'd better put in a little more effort!" The Empress Dowager said to Consort Chen while sipping tea in the main seat.

Consort Chen's expression changed. She almost blurted out that Emperor Jing never came to her palace, but Consort Li and Consort Lin were also there. She couldn't let them laugh at her, so she could only suppress her anger and say, "Yes, Aunt."

Today's family banquet meant that the concubines of high rank naturally had to come early to pay their respects to the Empress Dowager, so they gathered together.

Just then, a eunuch came to announce that Princess Qing and Princess Rou had arrived.

The Empress Dowager's smile became more genuine, and she waved her hand, saying, "Summon them quickly."

Seeing Princess Qing chatting happily with the Empress Dowager, Consort Chen felt very distressed.

Consort Li was one thing, as she was carrying His Majesty's child, but why did this Princess Qing have to also be pregnant to compete for his favor? She harbored resentment, but when she thought about the plan she was about to make, she felt a little better.

The banquet was held at night, and the school was also closed.

It was still early, so Jingrou went to the Jiying Hall and, sure enough, found the poetry collection she had left behind a few days ago on her seat.

"Princess, it's just a book, why should we make the trip ourselves?" Can'er asked, puzzled.

Jing Rou held the poetry collection in her hand, a smile playing on her lips. "The poetry collection itself isn't important; what's important is a pretext."

"Original reason?"

Jing Rou smiled but did not answer, only instructing, "Let's go to the Empress Dowager's Palace."

"Yes."

Just as Can'er turned around, she heard Jing Rou instruct, "Let's go through the west gate."

"West Gate? The west gate of the Princess's residence is too roundabout. It's closer to go through the north gate."

Jing Rou snorted coldly, "Of course I know, I'll leave when I tell you to."

Can'er wished she could slap Jing Rou twice right then and there.

Sure enough, when Can'er went to the West Gate and saw a figure shooting arrows from behind in the martial arts training ground, she immediately understood.

Jing Rou was delighted to see the person, but she maintained a calm demeanor, pretending not to see him, and walked straight towards the door.

Suddenly, a cry of "Ouch!" was heard, and Jing Rou fell to the ground.

The sound startled Qi Zhi, who was focused on practicing archery. He turned around and saw Jing Rou. She was dressed in a pink palace gown, which accentuated her slender figure. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling, and her delicate appearance was captivating.

"Princess?" Qi Zhi was puzzled, but with such a beauty beside him, how could he ignore her? With that, he leaped to Jing Rou's side.

"Is the princess alright?"

Qi Zhi's voice was deep and gentle. As he helped Jing Rou up, he asked her with concern.

"Prince Qi?" Jing Rou feigned surprise.