Divine Doctor Foolish Consort

  Meng Fu Ying simply chose a simple pale purple shirt and her hairstyle was also very simple.

  Just as Father said, she just went through the motions today and it had nothing to do with her. She only needed to show up at the banquet.

  She likes and respects her current father more, cherishes this hard-won kinship, so she will obediently listen to Father's words.

  Just then, as soon as she entered the palace, she was summoned by Empress Dowager to Rongshou Palace.

  "Shadow girl, you've finally arrived." As soon as she stepped in, she was pulled by the Empress Dowager, who looked her up and down with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You little girl, why are you dressed so casually? Fortunately, the imperial grandmother had prepared ahead of time. Come, bring out the clothes that were specially made for Shadow girl."

  "Empress, no need, today I'm not the main character, dressing too luxuriously would steal the show." Meng Cuiying slightly curled up her lip and hastily stopped her, she didn't want to dress up like a butterfly.

  The queen and the emperor's concubines will all be there today, so she deliberately chose a light-colored outfit to avoid clashing with them and causing unnecessary trouble.

  Besides, everyone knows that Meng Ruxue is today's protagonist.

  The Empress Dowager was slightly stunned, the smile on her face seemed to also stagnate for a moment, then with a hint of sadness, she said, "But, Imperial Grandma has already made preparations, poor Imperial Grandma's painstaking efforts in this area, are you just going to..."

  "Alright, Meng Fu is dressed now." Meng Fu Ying secretly sighed in her heart and couldn't help but lightly purse her lips. She didn't expect the Empress Dowager to use this trick, but she had to admit that the Empress Dowager's move was indeed ruthless because when it came to people she cared about, she could never bring herself to be cruel.

  "Ah, this is indeed the Empress Dowager's beloved little scamp." The Empress Dowager's face immediately broke into a wide smile once again. Someone was called over to bring clothes and help Meng Fu Ying change.

  Seeing the Empress Dowager's smile, Meng Fuyao suddenly had that same feeling of being calculated again.

  "Yatou, it's just a transaction between you and Bu Shaoxia, isn't it?" Just as she was slightly dazed, the Empress Dowager's seemingly casual words made her suddenly startled, and her eyes also unconsciously quickly lifted up.

  "It's really as Empress Dowager said." Before Meng Cui could respond, the Empress Dowager spoke again with a gentle smile.

  As she was slightly distracted, she suddenly asked such a question, and that unconscious reaction caught the empress dowager off guard.

  A woman who has been ground in this deep palace for so many years has really become a spirit, and Meng Cuiying is indeed sighing that she can't compare to her.

  It's pointless to explain now, Meng Fu Ying can only remain silent, knowing that the Empress Dowager won't harm her. Letting the Empress Dowager know about this matter also doesn't make a difference.

  After putting on the clothes, Meng Fu Ying only felt a bright light in front of her eyes. This dress was indeed designed specifically for her, making her originally slender and delicate figure even more elegant and charming. And that simple yet elegant hairstyle made her beautiful face even more visible.

  With her innate cold pride, clothes adorn people, and people also set off clothes.

  At this moment, such a rich and elegant beauty seems to exude an intangible temptation, making one unable to look away once they've caught sight of it.

  It seems that the saying "people rely on their clothes and makeup" is indeed true.

  What's more important is that this dress isn't showy and it's also her favorite light purple color, which won't clash with the queen's and those concubines' clothes.

  It seems that the Empress Dowager has taken all the details into consideration.

  That dark and gloomy face, with those furrowed brows, seemed to have gained a few more radiant colors.

  "Come on, powder your nose again." The empress dowager looked at her face, and her eyes flickered slightly. In her low voice, there seemed to be a hint of something unusual.

  "No, Queenie, can you imagine what it would be like if the pot was filled with powder?" This time, Meng Cuiying refused decisively, she thought her current disguise was good enough.

  In ancient times, the fate of beautiful women would be even more tragic.

  "Hmph..." Qing Zhu couldn't help but burst out laughing first, followed by the other palace maids who also couldn't help but stifle their giggles.

  "You little scamp." The Empress Dowager gave her a slight glance, her face also barely suppressing a gentle smile. "Who talks about themselves like that?"

  Her eyes gazed at Meng Xueying's face again, and her eyes flashed with something once more. "Well, that's it then. Only shallow people only look at appearances. We're not shallow."

  No one knows who she was referring to when she said "that guy".

  Just as she turned her face back, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. It was time for the shadow that had been following her head to show its true face after all these years. It was also time for those people to give up their hopes. Or perhaps today's imperial harem selection ceremony would be a good opportunity.

  I wonder what kind of reaction that little brat would have if he saw the true face of Shadow? The Empress Dowager's lips curled up into a faint smile.

  But Meng Fu Ying did not notice anything unusual about the Empress Dowager at this moment, and naturally did not know what she was thinking in her heart.

  Meng Fu Ying walked out of He Shou Palace, and the time for the banquet was almost upon them. She went to the main hall with Qing Zhu.

  "Huh, which family's young lady is that?" A clearly astonished voice suddenly came over.

  "Definitely never seen before, such a stunning appearance. If I had seen it before, I wouldn't have forgotten." Another voice also came over quietly.

  Meng Fu Ying's hearing was originally very good, and upon hearing those whispers, the corners of her lips involuntarily curled up in a few strands of mockery.

  And she also recognized the voice, one of whom was Xuan Yuan Mo, the man who scolded her as ugly.

  Another one is Xuan Yuan Fan.

  As they spoke, the two of them also casually walked to her front, Meng Fu Ying still slightly lowered her head, but when they saw the green bamboo behind her, they were all shocked.

  "Qīng zhú?" Xuān Yuán Fán exclaimed in a low voice, then looked at Mèng Bì Yǐng with an incredulous expression, "She... she is Mèng Bì Yǐng?"

  It's unbelievable, that idiot, that ugly guy, how can he have such a demeanor.

  " Meng Fu Ying gave the eighth king and ninth king a salute, her expression calm and serene, with an air of transcendence that seemed to float above the world."

  Xuanyuan Fan's eyes suddenly widened again, was it really her? Her eyes flickered slightly, it seemed that she had indeed changed.

  Xuanyuan Mo's lips twitched violently as he recalled the incident at Houwang Fu, his voice cold and menacing. "Hmph, you think wearing a beautiful dress makes you a phoenix? An ugly creature will always be an ugly creature."

  Meng Fu's eyes slightly raised, seeing that he was wearing a brown-green shirt today, with extremely bold patterns embroidered on it. She couldn't help but secretly laugh to herself, her red lips moving slowly as she said, "Of course, it can't compare to the Ninth Prince's..." Her words intentionally paused, as if she had taken a deep breath before continuing, "Peacock spreading its tail."

  Xuanyuan Mo and Xuanyuan Fan were both stunned, but Qingzhu had already gotten used to her way of speaking in these days, and understood what she meant. The corners of his mouth twitched violently several times, but he didn't dare laugh out loud, and could only hold it back with great effort.

  "Your ninth brother, she seems to be scolding you." Xuan Yuanfan reacted and said with a low smile.

  "You, you ugly freak, dare to scold me, the king, as a peacock." Xuan Yuan Mo regained his senses and angrily cursed, but at this moment, Meng Fu Ying had already walked several meters away.

  Xuanyuan Fang gazed at her departing back, and his eyes flashed with a few unusual glints again.

  As she walked into the grand hall...