Chapter 644: The Empire and the beauty (59)_1
Translator: 549690339
The attendant happily went to get Wen Xian’s clothes. In his heart, he was secretly happy that his master had finally thought it through and submitted to the Emperor.
His master was so beautiful.
How could she be compared to the group of ordinary women in the harem?
Even the favored servant Jun he had won the emperor’s favor only because he looked a little like his master.
Now, the main character had returned.
This kind of imposter should just step aside!
She was just a substitute sent to the palace by her biological mother, and she really thought of herself as a dish?
The little attendant happily picked out a green robe for Wen Xian. It was made of Ice Silk fabric. It looked faintly lustrous, beautiful beyond belief, and cold to the touch.
He thought about it happily.
Only an immortal-like figure like the Royal concubine was worthy of such a fabric and would not disgrace the clothes.
For example, there was a servant who wore clothes made of imitation Ice Silk last time and swaggered around the palace like a Peacock. However, he didn’t take a look at himself in the mirror. His appearance couldn’t even be compared to that of a servant, and he even dared to taint the ice Silk that only the Royal concubine could wear.
Only their master had a good temper and didn’t bother with that little wench.
If it was him.
He would have dragged that person out and beaten him to death!
Wen Xian changed his clothes, tied up his long hair, and simply tidied himself up. He stood up and prepared to go out.
He was stopped by the attendant.
“Your Royal Highness, are you, are you going to go out just like this?”
Wen Xian was speechless.
He slowly typed a question mark.
Seeing his master’s obviously puzzled expression, the attendant gradually became more courageous and spoke more lively, you haven’t recovered from your illness for a long time and you don’t look well. If you don’t go to see his Majesty, I’m afraid it’s not very good, right?”
The attendant’s words were rather reserved, and he only said that he did not look well.
But Wen Xian instantly understood his meaning.
Bad complexion = damaged appearance
In other words, he had become ugly?
Wen Xian was speechless.
Wen Xian also understood that Fu Shang only liked his beautiful face. If his appearance was damaged … Then she would be even more unwilling to see him.
This could not be allowed.
“Then, what should 1 do?”
His voice was a little soft, and his beautiful and clean black eyes stared at the attendant in front of him, casting him a puzzled look.
Wen Xian’s eyes were too beautiful. His peach-shaped eyes were curved, and the corners of his eyes were long and narrow. Even a painting wouldn’t dare to draw them like this. When he quietly stared at a person, it would give people the illusion of deep affection.
Actually… Even if he was staring at a pillar, he still seemed to be deeply in love.
The attendant’s heart skipped a beat!
The Phoenix Lord’s beauty was indeed well-deserved.
Not to mention the Emperor, even he, a man, almost couldn’t control himself. Which woman in the world could refuse him?
The servant’s face turned red strangely. He bent down and invited Wen Xian to sit at the dressing table. Then, he took out many small boxes, your Royal Highness, just put on a little makeup.
The attendant smiled innocently.
Holding the Rouge and powder in her hand, her eyes stared straight at Wen Xian’s face, her expression somewhat eager to try.
Wen Xian was speechless.
He looked at the strange little box in the attendant’s hand, and his long eyebrows gradually furrowed from the corners of his eyes. He was obviously not very happy.
Putting on makeup?
Makeup?
He looked at the reflection of the face in the bronze mirror. It was pale and beautiful. Although it was beautiful, there was also a kind of haggardness that could not be ignored..
Chapter 644: The Empire and the beauty (59)_1
Translator: 549690339
The attendant happily went to get Wen Xian’s clothes. In his heart, he was secretly happy that his master had finally thought it through and submitted to the Emperor.
His master was so beautiful.
How could she be compared to the group of ordinary women in the harem?
Even the favored servant Jun he had won the emperor’s favor only because he looked a little like his master.
Now, the main character had returned.
This kind of imposter should just step aside!
She was just a substitute sent to the palace by her biological mother, and she really thought of herself as a dish?
The little attendant happily picked out a green robe for Wen Xian. It was made of Ice Silk fabric. It looked faintly lustrous, beautiful beyond belief, and cold to the touch.
He thought about it happily.
Only an immortal-like figure like the Royal concubine was worthy of such a fabric and would not disgrace the clothes.
For example, there was a servant who wore clothes made of imitation Ice Silk last time and swaggered around the palace like a Peacock. However, he didn’t take a look at himself in the mirror. His appearance couldn’t even be compared to that of a servant, and he even dared to taint the ice Silk that only the Royal concubine could wear.
Only their master had a good temper and didn’t bother with that little wench.
If it was him.
He would have dragged that person out and beaten him to death!
Wen Xian changed his clothes, tied up his long hair, and simply tidied himself up. He stood up and prepared to go out.
He was stopped by the attendant.
“Your Royal Highness, are you, are you going to go out just like this?”
Wen Xian was speechless.
He slowly typed a question mark.
Seeing his master’s obviously puzzled expression, the attendant gradually became more courageous and spoke more lively, you haven’t recovered from your illness for a long time and you don’t look well. If you don’t go to see his Majesty, I’m afraid it’s not very good, right?”
The attendant’s words were rather reserved, and he only said that he did not look well.
But Wen Xian instantly understood his meaning.
Bad complexion = damaged appearance
In other words, he had become ugly?
Wen Xian was speechless.
Wen Xian also understood that Fu Shang only liked his beautiful face. If his appearance was damaged … Then she would be even more unwilling to see him.
This could not be allowed.
“Then, what should 1 do?”
His voice was a little soft, and his beautiful and clean black eyes stared at the attendant in front of him, casting him a puzzled look.
Wen Xian’s eyes were too beautiful. His peach-shaped eyes were curved, and the corners of his eyes were long and narrow. Even a painting wouldn’t dare to draw them like this. When he quietly stared at a person, it would give people the illusion of deep affection.
Actually… Even if he was staring at a pillar, he still seemed to be deeply in love.
The attendant’s heart skipped a beat!
The Phoenix Lord’s beauty was indeed well-deserved.
Not to mention the Emperor, even he, a man, almost couldn’t control himself. Which woman in the world could refuse him?
The servant’s face turned red strangely. He bent down and invited Wen Xian to sit at the dressing table. Then, he took out many small boxes, your Royal Highness, just put on a little makeup.
The attendant smiled innocently.
Holding the Rouge and powder in her hand, her eyes stared straight at Wen Xian’s face, her expression somewhat eager to try.
Wen Xian was speechless.
He looked at the strange little box in the attendant’s hand, and his long eyebrows gradually furrowed from the corners of his eyes. He was obviously not very happy.
Putting on makeup?
Makeup?
He looked at the reflection of the face in the bronze mirror. It was pale and beautiful. Although it was beautiful, there was also a kind of haggardness that could not be ignored..
