Transmigrated Female Official

164cm, slightly fair-skinned

Just as everyone was discussing the spirit horse's spiritual qualities, the Fusang princess spoke up, "My mother said that our two countries have had very little contact in recent years, and she hopes that we can have more frequent exchanges and visits in the future."

"Hmm... I had the same idea," the Empress said with a smile.

"Will my sister Fusang be able to stay in Ji Kingdom for a long time this time?" the Sixth Princess asked. "In two months, it will be our Ji Kingdom's grand summer festival. Sister, you must stay and play for a few more days."

“The Summer Festival? That sounds very interesting!” Princess Fusang’s eyes lit up at first, but then dimmed again: “But my mother’s sixtieth birthday is approaching, and I must return to Yuezhi before then.”

"What a pity..." The Sixth Princess said with a hint of regret, but then comforted her, "But it doesn't matter. Filial piety is the most important virtue. The Summer Festival is held every year, so there will be plenty of opportunities to participate."

"Ah—, I was so busy talking that I almost forgot to introduce myself." Princess Fusang suddenly remembered something, lightly patted the gem on her forehead, and reported to the Empress: "Your Majesty, on this visit to the Ji Kingdom, Princess Fusang has an elder brother who is also with her. He is currently waiting for an audience outside the palace."

The Empress quickly said, "Please come in."

Immediately afterwards, a burly man entered the hall and stood beside the Japanese princess. His complexion and features were identical to the princess's; he also had deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and an imposing presence.

"Zhi Jun greets Your Majesty, may Your Majesty be well!" He bowed respectfully.

This month, the appearance and figure of the prince of Zhi Kingdom successfully attracted the attention of the fourth and eighth princesses. The two princesses, who had just looked listless, now straightened their postures without prior arrangement.

"No need for formalities," the Empress said. "Princess Fusang and Prince Zhijun are both visiting Ji Kingdom for the first time and must be exhausted from their journey. Let them rest in Yonghe Palace first, and then Anyang will accompany them to tour the palace in the afternoon. How does that sound?"

Princess Fusang said, "That's wonderful! Your Majesty's arrangements are so thoughtful, Fusang is extremely grateful."

"This way, Sister Fusang." The Sixth Princess extended her hand and personally led Princess Fusang and Prince Zhijun towards Yonghe Palace.

Upon seeing this, the Eighth Princess hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, Xile can also join us."

The Empress glanced at her slightly protruding belly and said, "Xile and Fulin should rest and take care of their pregnancy. They should not wander around aimlessly anymore."

The Eighth Princess had no choice but to grit her teeth in resentment and watch helplessly as the Sixth Princess stole the limelight everywhere.

……

Back at the Flying Immortal Palace, the Eighth Princess was still resentful. "I get angry just looking at Sixth Sister's current smug and powerful aura!"

“Princess is currently pregnant, so His Majesty's heavy reliance on Princess Anyang is unavoidable,” Long Kui comforted. “Otherwise, it would have been you, Princess, who was welcoming Princess Fusang at the Taihe Gate today.”

The Eighth Princess sighed softly: "You saw how smug Sixth Sister was, and she even called that Japanese princess her sister."

Longkui was silent for a moment before saying, "Has the princess noticed... that besides this person, there is someone else who has been even more prominent lately?"

"...Who?" the Eighth Princess asked. "Fourth Sister? She's due to give birth in three months, but we don't know if it's a boy or a girl."

Longkui shook her head and said, "The person I am referring to is Chu Qingluo." Seeing that the Eighth Princess did not react much, she continued to analyze, "The Yuezhi Kingdom's visit was preceded by a letter of state, but His Majesty did not immediately read it aloud in the main hall. Instead, he informed Chu Qingluo in advance."

The Eighth Princess thought for a moment and said, "Chu Qingluo is in charge of the inner palace affairs, so it is reasonable to let her arrange the trivial matters of welcoming guests."

"That's true, but His Majesty even consulted her beforehand about the arrangements for the banquet, which shows that His Majesty now values ​​her far more than just a little."

Upon hearing Longkui's remark, the Eighth Princess immediately realized that previously, whether it was a major event or a minor detail, the Empress would usually consult with Longkui or entrust her with the entire matter. Now, however, the Empress was more likely to seek Chu Qingluo's opinion.

This undoubtedly threatens Longkui's position.

Longkui is the Eighth Princess's only remaining pillar of support. If even Longkui's position is lost, her path to seizing the throne will become even more difficult.

"But this Chu Qingluo is more inclined to favor Sixth Sister, making her difficult to use..." The Eighth Princess frowned and said resolutely, "This cannot continue!"

Longkui had already thought so. She gave a cold smile and said, "Of course not."

……

At the banquet held that day to welcome Princess Fusang, all the princes, both those who had entered the palace and those who had not, were present. Fusang and Zhijun toasted each of them.

When it was Ji Qiran's turn, Zhi Jun stared at his face for a long time before clicking his tongue and saying, "It is said that the seventh prince of Ji Kingdom is known as the most handsome man in Yancheng. Seeing him today... he seems a little too fair-skinned."

Upon hearing this, the scene fell into complete silence, except for the music which continued.

Looking at Ji Qiran's extremely gloomy face, Chu Qingluo really wanted to laugh!

Compared to Ji Qiran, the fierce Prince Zhi Jun was certainly faster, but Ji Qiran himself was not weak, yet Zhi Jun publicly accused him of being a pretty boy.

This will surely become the most significant black mark in Ji Qiran's glorious history!

Chu Qingluo suppressed a laugh and quietly waited for Ji Qiran's reaction.

“Prince Zhijun, my skin color was bestowed upon me by His Majesty, which is truly an honor,” Ji Qiran said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Zhi Jun first bowed to the Empress before speaking slowly and deliberately: "Zhi Jun has absolutely no intention of offending Your Majesty. However, in our Yuezhi Kingdom, to be worthy of the title of 'handsome man,' one must be a warrior with the strength to lift a tripod and fight against a hundred men."

"Oh?" the Fourth Princess interjected, "So, Prince Zhi Falcon must be a brave warrior capable of lifting a cauldron."

“Of course—” Zhi Jun said with great pride, “If there were a thousand-gold cauldron here, I could lift it up immediately. I wonder if the Seventh Prince has ever tried?”

"So Prince Zhi Falcon really is a strongman!" the Eighth Princess couldn't help but chime in.

Seeing the Eighth Princess's charming smile, Chu Qingluo had a premonition that she would impulsively suggest watching the lifting of the tripod later.

Sure enough, before Chu Qingluo could finish her thought, the Eighth Princess immediately said, "Your Majesty, after this piece ends, why don't we ask Prince Zhijun to give us a performance right here and now?"

A flash of displeasure crossed the Empress's phoenix eyes, but she smiled and said, "There are plenty of cauldrons in the palace. As for whether they are worth a thousand pieces of gold... well, that's a question for Minister Chu." The Empress directly passed the problem to Chu Qingluo, leaving it to her to solve.

At that moment, everyone was focused on Chu Qingluo. She had no time to mutter to herself, nor did the alpaca have time to run rampant in her mind.

What she needs to do now is to quickly and accurately determine the Empress's thoughts...