Quick Wear: His Highness Qing Leng is about to be stuck again

A whistle sounded softly, but was instantly drowned out by the chirping of cicadas.

In a moment, a man in black appeared and knelt at Shi Chu's feet.

"Master, what are your orders?"

......

The night is quiet, some people sleep soundly, while others toss and turn in sleep.

Royal Palace

Jiang Miao, who was in a coma, suddenly woke up.

The woman frowned slightly. Wasn’t she dead?

Looking around at the unfamiliar environment.

The layout of the room is elegant yet solemn.

In the center is a huge rosewood bed, covered with a soft quilt embroidered with exquisite patterns.

Around the bed were various exquisite furnishings, including porcelain vases, royal ornaments, and gold and silver utensils, each of which was dazzling.

The light inside the hall is soft and warm, shining through the exquisite window lattices, adding a hazy and mysterious beauty to the entire room.

In a corner of the room, there is a guqin, and the strings seem to still linger with the sound of yesterday.

The smoke from the incense burner slowly rose.

Jiang Miao couldn't help coughing.

"Your Highness, you finally woke up, thank God." The maid Shu Jing hurriedly poured a glass of water for her master.

Your Highness?

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Miao took the water, took a sip, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness, you fell into the pond in the Imperial Garden. They must have framed you, otherwise why would you fall in there for no reason?"

Shu Jing became more and more angry as she spoke, and her eyes gradually turned red.

They are now bullying their Highness so blatantly.

Jiang Miao closed her eyes and said nothing.

Shu Jing realized that she had said the wrong thing and fell to her knees.

"Your Highness, spare your life."

Jiang Miao said weakly: "This won't happen again. I want to rest now. You go down first."

Shu Jing quietly wiped the corners of his eyes and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness."

The carved door opened and closed, bringing in a soft, warm breeze.

Jiang Miao felt a consciousness approaching her.

Jiang Miao slowly accepted the memory, as if she was wrapped in a gentle breeze.

An era where a woman becomes emperor, interesting!

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

I couldn't help but think of my previous life. It seemed that I was really dead.

Yes, the winner takes it all.

Just because I am a woman, I deny my own achievements.

If women can’t be good emperors, can men?

Thinking of the hateful looks from the people when I was paraded through the streets before my death, and the rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves thrown at me...

But if I don't shed the shell of a woman disguised as a man, how can I shake those stubborn thoughts?

If change is a bloody road, then you should be the first to open it up.

"I'll give you my body, can you help me take care of my father?" An ethereal voice echoed in my mind.

Jiang Miao realized that this was the original owner.

"Are you the Seventh Princess Jiang Miao?"

"I'm."

"But I'm leaving soon. I saw you and your life on the road, your unwillingness, and I think you are more suitable for my identity."

She seemed to chuckle, "You are amazing."

"Thank you, I will take good care of your father." Jiang Miao also smiled.

The image of a gentle and humble middle-aged man emerged in her mind. She had a father who loved her.

"Then I feel relieved, thank you." The gentle voice fell, like snowflakes falling in the air, getting farther and farther away, and she was gone.

Jiang Miao raised her hand and rubbed her head. This was her habit.

Since we have come to this dynasty, it is a dynasty that comes at the right time.

Then you won't let yourself down.

She had always known that she was an ambitious person.

Jiang Miao sorted out the somewhat messy memories in her mind and thought about visiting the original owner's father first.

"Someone come here." Jiang Miao's voice was slightly nasal.

Two maids pushed the door open and one of them was Shu Jing.

The original owner's two senior palace maids had taken care of her since she was a child and were only five years older than her.

Shu Jing is an impatient person who likes to stand up for the weak and weak, and she has been punished a lot for this.

The other is Luyi, whose personality is opposite to Shujing and who is cautious in doing things.

"Your Highness." The two men bowed their heads in greeting.

"No gift."

"Has my father been here?"

"Mr. Zhao came here once when Your Highness was unconscious." Lu Yi answered respectfully.

"Well, change clothes." Jiang Miao said, opening her arms.

The two men looked at their master's expressionless face which made it look even more majestic.

Not daring to say anything, she quietly changed clothes for her master.

She was wearing a flowery satin skirt with hundreds of golden butterflies, and the wide sleeves of the light pink skirt were covered with soft fluff.

A red brocade pearl ribbon was tied around her waist, dotted with tiny pearls that gave off a hint of luster.

The large silver butterflies on the hem of the skirt are lifelike, as if they are about to fly out.

After washing up, Jiang Miao took her maid to Cuizhu Palace to visit the original owner's father, Zhao Jingchen.

Walking along the stone slabs, you will see green grass and clusters of flowers. Various rare flowers and trees bloom with brilliant colors under the sunlight, and the air is filled with fragrant aroma.

Rockeries, flowing water, small bridges and pavilions form a picturesque scene that makes people intoxicated.

The scenery kept receding until we finally reached the Cuizhu Hall.

When I entered the hall, Zhao Jingchen was having breakfast.

"Greetings, father." Jiang Miao saluted as she remembered.

Zhao Jingchen hurried over and pulled Jiang Miao up, "Hurry up."

"How are you?"

"Father, I am fine now."

Looking at the worried father in front of him, Jiang Miao couldn't help but sigh.

She was not afraid that Zhao Jingchen would recognize that she was not his daughter. After all, it was normal for one's temperament to change drastically after a near-death experience. Moreover, even if he suspected her, he had no evidence.

I just promised to take good care of him. I'm just a father who cares about his daughter. I can only take care of him as much as possible.

Zhao Jingchen put his thin hand on Jiang Miao's hand: "It's good that you are okay, it's good that you are okay."

"Haven't had breakfast yet."

"Xiao Xi, add another pair of bowls and chopsticks." As he said this, he took Jiang Miao's hand and walked towards the pearwood carved round table.

......

"Your Highness, this is the invitation submitted by Miss Song."

When Jiang Miao returned to the palace, a maid reported that someone had submitted an invitation.

I guess no one expected her to wake up so early.

The original owners were pushed into the water and they had no intention of living at all.

The original owner's previous silence did not make them believe that she had no ambitions.

Miss Song is probably Song Qingli, the daughter of the Minister of Rites who played with the original owner.

It was just such a coincidence that the invitation arrived just as I woke up.

Song Qingli......

I have the impression that she is generous and simple, and the original owner liked her quite a lot.

Moreover, there are many termites in my palace that need to be cleared out.

I guess someone will come to cause trouble for me soon.

Song Qingli never thought that just because he wanted to complete the task quickly, he would be misunderstood as having power in the palace.

Her only influence is Yun Qingyan and Li Lanzhi. She is a real playboy.

Jiang Miao picked up the invitation and opened it.

Just a drink?

Jiang Miao stroked the invitation with her fingers.