The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

The door was pushed open, and a round-faced maidservant came in carrying an invitation. Seeing Su Yaoyao sitting there, she was initially delighted.

"Miss, you're awake! That's wonderful..."

His gaze then fell on Su Yaoyao—

The young lady sat before the dressing table, draped in an outer robe; her figure was breathtakingly beautiful, her waist incredibly slender.

And those full breasts, which had been restrained for many years, now stood proudly erect, so white and dazzling that she could hardly open her eyes...

"Miss!" Chun Tao nearly dropped the invitation in her hand, her face instantly turning bright red. "Why...why are you wearing a bra..."

"It's so tight I can't breathe, is it trying to strangle me?" Su Yaoyao said languidly, carrying the heavy breast wrap with disdain.

Chun Tao stamped her feet anxiously: "If Auntie finds out, she'll scold you again... say you're shameless..."

"Don't you know your place?" Su Yaoyao smiled at her.

This smile stunned Chun Tao.

The young lady's face was still the same, but her eyes... were different.

In the past, young ladies would always look at people with a furtive glance, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

But now, those almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, bright and clear, even carrying a hint of... indescribable allure...

"Spring Peach,"

Su Yaoyao suddenly called her name, her voice softening slightly, "You're the one my mother left behind, right?"

Chun Tao's eyes welled up with tears: "Yes, this servant was brought back by Madam from her mother's family. Before she passed away, Madam entrusted this servant to take good care of Miss..."

"Then listen carefully."

Su Yaoyao looked at her intently.

"From today onwards, I will no longer bind my chest. I will not miss a single meal. My slender figure is none of anyone else's business."

"But Miss, the Second Prince... doesn't like this..."

"The Second Prince?" Su Yaoyao stood up, her expression a mixture of allure and sarcasm.

"Who does he think he is?"

Chun Tao was completely dumbfounded. Wasn't Miss usually the one who cared most about the Second Prince's opinion?

She suddenly recalled the expressions on the Second Prince's and Su Yun'er's faces after her mistress fainted yesterday, and also thought of the grievances her mistress had suffered over the years.

A rush of heat to her head, Chun Tao nodded emphatically: "This servant will obey Miss!"

"Good girl." Su Yaoyao smiled, a smile so bright that Chun Tao was stunned again.

"You just said that an invitation came from the palace?"

Su Yaoyao picked up a comb and slowly combed her somewhat dry long hair.

"Ah...yes, yes!" Chun Tao snapped out of her daze and handed over the invitation.

"They say that in three days, Her Majesty the Empress will host a banquet in the palace to welcome His Highness the Crown Prince. All eligible young ladies from various households are required to attend."

She paused, then added in a low voice

"In previous years, your concubine always declined, citing your poor health, but this time Her Majesty personally requested it..."

Su Yaoyao took the invitation and traced the words "Crown Prince Xiao Chenyuan" on it with her fingertips.

Memories belonging to the original owner surged in his mind—

Information about that Crown Prince is scarce. All that is known is that he is the legitimate son of the deceased Empress Yuan, and was raised from a young age by the current Empress, who is also Su Yaoyao's aunt. However, he is devoted to Buddhism, spends many years in solitary meditation, is aloof and celibate, and remains unmarried even past the age of twenty.

It seems that her aunt, the Empress, is in a hurry and wants to use the welcoming banquet as a pretext to hold a disguised selection of concubines.

"Prepare a bath for me." She put down the invitation and got up to walk towards the wardrobe.

Chun Tao quickly agreed, but then hesitated, "Miss, are you really going? Your health... isn't fully recovered yet, and..."

Looking at Su Yaoyao's allure, which couldn't be concealed even with an outer garment, she blushed again. "And wouldn't it be... if you went like this?"

"Wouldn't that be too flashy?" Su Yaoyao finished speaking for her, and then pulled open the wardrobe with a whoosh.

Then, silence fell.

The cabinet was covered in a dusty, grimy mess.

The material is not bad, but the style... is as old-fashioned as can be.

"These were all chosen by my aunt... My aunt said that Miss has a good figure... These clothes will make you look more dignified and not too flashy..." Chun Tao's voice grew softer as she spoke.

"Steady?" Su Yaoyao casually picked up a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and sneered, "Ha, she certainly knows how to pick one."

The original owner's aunt really mastered the art of "a needle hidden in cotton"—using the ugliest clothes to ruin a beautiful woman into a country bumpkin.

"Throw all of these away. Keep nothing."

"Throw it away?" Chun Tao's eyes widened.

Su Yaoyao turned around, sat down in front of the dressing table, and examined her sallow face in the bronze mirror.

"Chuntao, tell me the truth—do you think I was beautiful the way I was before?"

Chun Tao opened her mouth, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

She knelt down with a thud:

"Miss...you...you shouldn't have been like that! Madam was the most beautiful woman in the capital back then, and you were so lovely and adorable when you were little, everyone praised you. But ever since Madam passed away, and my aunt has been in charge, she's always saying you're not good enough..."

"Get up." Su Yaoyao reached out to help her up.

"Since you know it shouldn't be like that, listen to me from now on."

"Yes!" Chun Tao wiped away her tears. "But, Miss, you still have to go to the palace banquet. How can you go without clothes to wear..."

"Then let's make it right away!"

Su Yaoyao sat down at her desk and picked up a pen and paper—

I drew a simple sketch of a dress.

The lines are simple and clear, without any unnecessary frills, yet subtle designs are incorporated at the chest and waist—capturing curves without appearing frivolous.

"In that case, go find the best tailor."

Chun Tao took the sketch, her eyes wide with astonishment: "This...this style...I've never seen anything like it before..."

"Just do as instructed."

Su Yaoyao, of course, wouldn't say that this was something she specifically learned in her past life in order to seduce a haute couture fashion designer.

Su Yaoyao pulled out another piece of paper and started writing a list. "Also, go and get all these things ready."

Chuntao leaned closer to take a look.

The paper read:

Rosewater, milk, pearl powder, honey...

There were more than a dozen different kinds.

"Miss, these are..."

"Apply a face mask." Su Yaoyao touched her still slightly yellowish cheeks.

This person has an excellent physique, but has suffered from long-term malnutrition, resulting in dull, dry skin and brittle hair.

But it's okay.

She's been in the entertainment industry for a long time; what beauty secrets hasn't she tried? In just three days, she can still keep her body looking radiant and youthful.

As for his figure...

Su Yaoyao lowered her head, looking at the full curves of her chest that seemed about to burst out, and a smile appeared on her lips.

The original owner was really stupid.

This body was born to shine brightly, why should it be hidden away?

"Oh, right," she finished writing the last stroke, looked up, "where is the dowry list my mother left behind?"

Chun Tao's expression changed: "It's...it's with Auntie...Miss, why are you asking about this?"

Su Yaoyao said in a calm tone, "I've come of age, it's time to take it back."

Chun Tao's palms were sweating: "But what about Auntie... I'm afraid..."

"That's not up to her!" Su Yaoyao's eyes flashed. "Has there been any movement from my maternal grandfather's family, the Grand Tutor's residence, lately?"

Chun Tao was taken aback. "I sent someone to deliver some tonics the other day, but my aunt stopped me..."

"Heh." Su Yaoyao sneered.

"Next time someone from the Grand Tutor's residence comes, please have them come directly to me," she said calmly.

"Also, I'll write a letter and send it to my maternal grandfather later."

The Grand Tutor's Mansion, such a powerful family, has been completely cut off from contact with the original owner all these years, thanks to that concubine's advice?!

She wasn't the soft, easily manipulated pushover the original owner of this body; she was her own towering tree, someone she had to hold onto tightly.

She paused, then added, "By the way, find out where His Highness the Crown Prince often goes after returning to the palace."

Chuntao was taken aback: "Your Highness? Why is Miss asking about this?"

Su Yaoyao looked at herself in the bronze mirror, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The person in the mirror had captivating eyes and an alluring charm.

"Of course... I'll go and bump into them by chance."

"Miss Ke and the Second Prince are engaged..."

"A marriage contract?" Su Yaoyao scoffed.

"It will be gone soon."

As Chuntao watched her young mistress's retreating figure, she suddenly felt that her mistress was radiating light.

It was a kind of unrestrained and vibrant light that she had never seen on any noble lady in the capital.

"What are you still standing there for?" Su Yaoyao turned to look at her. "Go quickly."

"Yes, yes!"

Chuntao ran out with the list in her hand and a heart full of shock.

The room fell silent.

Su Yaoyao traced the words "Eastern Palace" on the post with her fingertips.

Crown Prince Xiao Chenyuan...

"A detached and aloof Buddhist disciple..."

She smiled and lightly traced the words on the post with her fingertips.

"I like it the most."

She looked at her voluptuous figure in the mirror.

The more abstinent a person is... the more indulgent they are...

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a sweet, coquettish voice rang out: "Sister, are you awake? Your younger sister specially made ginseng soup to come and see you—"