A single sentence opened up a new world for Yun Jiao.
The Emperor was quite handsome, almost feminine, with exquisite and handsome features, a touch of arrogance and nobility between his eyebrows, like someone born in the clouds. Yun Jiao had never been ugly in her two lifetimes, and this time, she had pushed her appearance to 800 points, enhancing her natural beauty with something like a filter, but no matter how delicious the dish, you can't eat it every day!
And so she coveted the Emperor's beauty even more.
"Why doesn't Your Majesty wear the Noble Consort's ceremonial dress just once?"
"That wouldn't be appropriate."
"Haven't you always been a bit indulgent? Be a little more indulgent."
Xie Zhixing placed a hand on top of her head, comparing their heights: "Even if I'm more indulgent, I still can't fit into the ceremonial dress tailored for you."
The irrefutable height difference was right there.
