His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

This year, because Ji Yuan went to the mountains to cultivate himself in seclusion, all civil and military officials and ministers of the court peacefully observed the day of the Welcoming the Emperor Festival.

This does not conform to the etiquette of the imperial court.

However, etiquette varies in importance, and there are matters that cannot be disobeyed even unto death, such as the seven-day period of quiet contemplation, the day of ancestor worship, and so on.

There are things that can be big or small, things that can be disregarded. The Yingxi Festival is certainly not small, but if His Majesty is in seclusion and skips it for a year or two, then it is nothing.

It can save on government spending.

It was barely dawn, but the atmosphere was already different. Xu Bing was in a good mood, a fact that even Ji Yuan could sense.

Upon first meeting, I noticed a faint smile on the other person's lips and gentle features... they didn't seem like someone who had come to cause trouble.

For Ji Yuan, this year's Yingxi Festival was very different from previous years, but changing into a new set of clothes was still the most important thing.

Ji Yuan was led to the front courtyard, where the Imperial Preceptor's residence had ten skilled women who specialized in needlework.

Although his skills weren't particularly refined, he was more than capable of weaving and sewing clothes, so he had already prepared Ji Yuan's clothes.

They walked to a bronze mirror. Xu Bing asked her to take off her plain dress and change into the clothes he had prepared.

"Why should I listen to you!" Ji Yuan glared angrily. Even though she wanted to change her clothes, she still wanted to argue and maintain the crumbling imperial authority that had long since crumbled.

"Hmm?" Xu Bing snorted coldly, slightly raising his eyes to look at him.

Ji Yuan gritted his teeth, yet had no choice but to compromise. No, it would be more accurate to say that if Xu Bing hadn't forced him, that hypocritical emperor would have had no excuse to change into a new set of clothes, or to dress more appropriately.

Being forced to change clothes is being pragmatic and knowing when to advance and retreat. Changing clothes voluntarily is compromise and depravity. Ji Yuan's subconscious thought process is indeed somewhat novel.

In less than fifteen minutes, Ji Yuan was completely transformed.

She wore a white silk blouse with a belt adorned with gold and jade, accentuating her slender waist. Her lower body was covered in a long, pleated skirt with a hundred flowers, and she wore leather boots embroidered with lark patterns. Her long hair was draped to one side.

Because her long hair was eye-catching, she splashed a layer of red water on it to dye it dark red. Unexpectedly, the change in hair color also subtly altered her temperament.

It has lost some of its unapproachable nobility.

But it possesses a more alluring and seductive quality that directly ignites desire.

This outfit was rather conventional. Ji Yuan looked in the mirror, twisted her waist from side to side, and suddenly chuckled to herself.

She is stunningly beautiful without needing any makeup. Her beauty is truly rare in this world.

Then she remembered that Xu Bingyou was by her side, and her smile instantly turned cold.

"Quite vain," Xu Bing muttered to himself, flicking his finger. The golden rope flew out again.

Xu Bing twisted Ji Yuan's arms behind his back, binding his wrists and elbows, and made Ji Yuan sit obediently.

He then grabbed a set of clothes and walked into the changing room without looking back.

Ji Yuan's self-admiration in the mirror vanished instantly. It wasn't that she thought the clothes were particularly nice.

In terms of aesthetics alone, the imperial robes still kept deep within the palace are more magnificent and breathtakingly beautiful. However… this outfit is worn appropriately and comfortably.

And it's not exactly ugly.

Of course, Ji Yuan didn't think it was the clothes that made her look good. With her figure and appearance, she wouldn't look bad even in a plain dress.

Without realizing it, Ji Yuan's head was slightly raised, her brows revealing arrogance. It was a natural expression, not an unfounded arrogance. As the emperor, such arrogance was only natural.

They often become obsessed with their own appearance.

She looked in the bronze mirror again. She saw her own figure was voluptuous and sexy, her posture captivating, and her demeanor noble. Even with her hands bound, she was already very beautiful. The more she looked, the more pleased she became, and before she knew it, the woman had flown into the clouds again.

He began to scrutinize everyone he met.

She found a stool and sat down, crossing her right leg over her left, sitting gracefully with an elegant and alluring air, truly resembling a captivating beauty.

However, at this moment, Xu Bing had also changed his clothes. Ji Yuan looked up and his gaze froze.

Xu Bing changed into a black robe with wide sleeves, but the lotus crown on his head remained unchanged.

Although the attire was simple, it matched the wearer's aura perfectly, instantly elevating the overall impression. It conveyed both an unapproachable nobility and a transcendent, otherworldly quality, like a celestial being descended to earth.

It seemed that only black clothing could somewhat complement him. Ji Yuan's heart pounded as soon as she saw him.

His gaze seemed glued to it.

She really... really liked his looks.

Xu Bing covered Ji Yuan with an apron, and then they could officially go out.

After closing the gate of the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Ji Yuan walked onto a remote street. He was clearly used to traveling in this attire. Looking around, he was slightly surprised.

Because the Imperial Preceptor's residence is remote, he usually traveled by horse-drawn carriage on previous trips. Why did he choose to walk today?

"Carriages and horses are prohibited in the city today," Xu Bing replied calmly, guessing what he was thinking.

"Banning carriages and horses? Xu Bing, you villain, what are you up to now?" Ji Yuan frowned, followed closely, and asked in a slightly questioning tone.

His own Da Xi was being arbitrarily driven by Xu Bing, which made him feel uneasy.

"Playing tricks?" Xu Bing suddenly felt playful and whispered in his ear, "You can guess."

The warmth of those words hit Ji Yuan's ear with a sudden thud.

In an instant, Ji Yuan froze, his fine hairs standing on end as if blown by a cold wind.

I felt both annoyed and angry.

Xu's illness was intentional! He must know that his ears are his Achilles' heel, and he cannot tolerate even the slightest sound. Yet he did it anyway!

How infuriating! Absolutely infuriating!

This is a main street, and although there are few people, she absolutely cannot afford to lose face if something bad happens to her.

If Xu Bing's appearance were more ordinary, it wouldn't matter. At most, she would feel disgusted.

The problem is, physically speaking, she couldn't resist such beauty.

Aside from his looks... the demeanor he exuded repeatedly refreshed her perception.

That personal charm also drew her attention. But... it often annoyed her.

Ji Yuan closed his eyes and stood motionless in the same spot, just like last time.

Take deep breaths until the cold air fills your nasal cavity and enters your lungs, bringing a refreshing coolness.

She had just managed to suppress all the undercurrents, but her legs were still weak and her steps were still unsteady. Stepping on the snow, she always felt dissatisfied.

At the same time, I felt inexplicably irritable.

The evil fire was ignited, but it could not be released, making Ji Yuan's scalp tingle. He wanted to reach out and scratch it, but found that his hands could not move at all.

This made me even more irritable.

A vicious cycle. Ji Yuan stamped her foot, quickly followed, and crossed two main streets where there were finally more pedestrians.

With an apron for warmth on the outside and clothing to cover the body on the inside, it's quite comfortable if you ignore someone's mischief.

"Hurry up," Xu Bing whispered in his ear again.

Ji Yuan had barely calmed down when she was jolted awake again, a jolt of fear, anger, and instinct.

How could she possibly take another step? She stood there for a long time, gritting her teeth, cursing Xu Bing in her heart while daring not to think any further.

That breath, though brushing against my ear, stirred my heart. It tickled me, and my heart pounded.

But what's even more troubling is that she also harbors a faint anticipation for it. Ji Yuan feels she must be going crazy.

She stamped her foot, took long strides, and quickly caught up with Xu Bing. She was genuinely afraid.

After a few more times, she didn't know what would happen. Now she felt her head was foggy and she couldn't tell where she was.

[Status: Restrained, burning with rage, annoyed, resentful, manipulated, drenched in sweat...pleasure.]

Xu Bing checked the panel, but suddenly paused, his gaze focusing on the last two words.

He then glanced at Ji Yuan, who was hurrying over, with a hint of teasing.

Tsk tsk tsk, this woman... has two faces.