The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle, Mu Ping, and Qing Zi were in the inner room.

"This is the Qingzi I told you about!" Jing Anle said happily.

Mu Ping circled around Qing Zi and said sincerely, "She is indeed a lotus emerging from the water, so beautiful that I feel sorry for her."

Early in the morning, Mu Ping couldn't resist wanting to know Jing Anle's plans, so Jing Anle brought her to see Qingzi.

Although Qingzi didn't know Muping, she knew that Muping was Jing Anle's person and would definitely not harm her.

"Qingzi greets Sister Muping!" Qingzi bowed to Muping.

Mu Ping went over and helped Qing Zi up. "We are both the princess's people, so there's no need to be so polite from now on!"

Qingzi smiled in response.

Jing Anle looked at the two of them and felt deeply gratified.

"Qingzi?"

"The servant is here."

Jing Anle spoke up: "After so long, you must be curious about what I want you to do, right?"

Qingzi turned around and said, "Your Highness's kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by this servant!"

"Alright!" Jing Anle turned around and waved his sleeve domineeringly.

"You two come here!"

So the three of them began to discuss it.

After Jing Anle finished explaining his plan, Qingzi was clearly taken aback.

"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, just say so, and this princess will not make things difficult for you!" Jing Anle said.

Mu Ping also felt that this plan was indeed harsh on women, and looked at Qing Zi with understanding eyes.

Qingzi wasn't entirely afraid; she had no one left in the world to rely on. Although she didn't cause trouble, she wasn't a weak person either.

She was just hesitating...

"Don't worry, since I can get you to work for me, I can naturally make sure you have a way out. It's all just an act!" Jing Anle said.

Qingzi looked into Jing Anle's eyes, as if she had made a decision, and nodded, saying, "I'm willing!"

"No regrets?" Jing Anle asked again.

"No regrets!"

Qingzi seemed to have a question and asked, "But, but I've only been learning the skill for a few days, isn't it too rushed?"

Jing Anle smiled gently, understanding her concerns, and said, "Your suspicions are valid."

Mu Ping, who was sitting next to her, couldn't sit still any longer. "What should we do then?"

Jing Anle poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and said, "Sometimes, the more perfect something is, the more suspicious it becomes, and vice versa; the more imperfect something is, the more real it seems!"

“Our opponent is not a three-year-old child. Sometimes, imperfection is also a kind of perfection.”

After a moment's thought, Mu Ping said, "I understand, Princess!"

Jing Anle smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright! Mu Ping, I'll leave this matter to you!"

"Yes, princess!"

……

The days of class proceeded at a leisurely pace, and Jing Rou, as if to prove that she was truly wronged, never missed a single day.

Three days later, it will be a day of rest.

Jing Anle left the palace as usual, but with a slight difference. She first went to Qin Xu's house, and then changed into men's clothing at the General's Mansion.

"Princess, you look so handsome in men's clothes!" Afang said it truthfully. Jing Anle was tall and beautiful, but with her somewhat heroic eyes, she really looked dashing and dashing in men's clothing.

Jing Anle looked at herself in the mirror, turned around, and said, "It's alright, but my skin is too pale."

The Jing Kingdom revered black, not only in the clothing of the royal family but also in the skin of men. They believed that the darker the skin, the stronger and more capable a person was.

"Don't worry, Princess, I've already prepared!" Afang found a box that looked like soil from somewhere, except it was black.

"What is this?" Jing Anle asked.

Afang picked up a bit of "dirt" with her finger and smeared it on her face, saying, "This is putty, the kind that men in the neighborhood all use."

"Putty?"

When did this thing become popular?

Seeing Jing Anle's puzzled look, Afang said, "No wonder the princess doesn't know. This is something men use. Look, I'll apply it for you!"

As Afang spoke, she applied the product, and sure enough, her skin turned dark and shone!

As Jing Anle spoke, she sighed and asked, "Afang, what is the purpose of us changing into men's clothing?"

"To cover our tracks!" Afang said after thinking for a moment.

Jing Anle pushed Afang in front of the mirror, "Look at me!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As if anticipating this, Jing Anle covered her ears and watched Afang scream.

Afang pouted and said aggrievedly, "How could this be? That plaster seller must have lied to me!"

"The seller might not be lying to you, but who would put such a big clump of product on their face?" Jing Anle shook her head helplessly.

"Hmm?" Afang looked at Jing Anle with a puzzled expression.

Jing Anle gently scooped up a piece of putty about the size of her thumb with her index finger, dotted it on her face, rubbed it in, and then spread it evenly. Her skin immediately darkened by two shades. Although her features remained the same, she was no longer the same person who could be easily identified as a woman!

"Princess, you are so amazing!"

Looking at Afang's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Jing Anle tried hard not to laugh. "Go and wash your face clean and apply it again."

"Yes, princess!"

……

【Spring Viewing Moon】

In Jing Kingdom, brothels and entertainment venues are also divided into different grades, and this place, "Spring Moon," is in the first grade.

Before the sun had even set, Jing Anle and Afang had just stepped into the gates of "Spring Moon" when they were greeted by a scene of revelry and decadence.

On stage, singers and dancers played instruments and danced, while off stage, men and women kissed and embraced each other.

Afang whispered in Jing Anle's ear, "Princess, we...we really have to stay here!"

“Since we’re already here,” Jing Anle turned to look at Afang, “Call me Young Master An!”

Afang had no choice but to agree, "Yes... it's Young Master An."

Jing Anle nodded in satisfaction and, imitating the men, waved his fan.

A moment later, a madam came up to them, "Oh my, what a handsome young man!"

From the moment Jing Anle entered, the madam's eyes were fixed on him. Judging from his clothes, he was clearly a man of wealth and status. Although he looked young, he was definitely not short of money, hence the madam's exceptional enthusiasm.

Jing Anle coughed and deliberately spoke in a rough voice, "Do you have any good girls around here?"

“Young master, you’re too kind. We have plenty of good girls here!” the madam immediately replied with a smile.

Jing Anle continued, "I don't want ordinary, vulgar girls, and I don't care for girls who can play instruments and dance. Do you have any girls with an ethereal, otherworldly air?"

"And..." Jing Anle beckoned, gesturing for the madam to come closer, "I want a virgin!"

The madam, having been in the business for many years, had seen all sorts of demands, so she quickly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Narcissus?"

"Mom, I'm here. Are you calling me?" At that moment, a scantily clad woman in the distance hurriedly came to greet her.

"Who called you? Go and invite Furong down here. Tell her we have a distinguished guest!"