The more Huan Chun thought about it, the more bashful she became.
In her mind, she was already envisioning herself becoming the personal palace maid of the Noble Consort.
Then being noticed by the Emperor, later favored, and eventually enjoying the infinite glory of becoming a concubine.
She put away those two taels of silver.
Sitting on the bed, she held a small mirror, caressing and admiring her own face.
"In terms of looks, I'm not inferior to the Noble Consort!"
"In terms of talent, huh? The Noble Consort isn't very talented either, I heard... she knows nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, she can't even write well, and she comes from a humble background, with her mother long gone!"
"If it weren't for her brothers' accomplishments, how could she have reached this position?"
"In terms of personality, if she can be lively, so can I; if she can make delicious food, so can I!"
