"Mother~"
As soon as morning court ended, the Three Princes—the Second, Third, and Fifth—ran to the Empress's palace.
They recounted everything they had heard at Morning Court to the Empress and the three consorts, leaving out no detail.
They had only just finished explaining when Wenren Shuang's deliberately affected, sugary voice drifted toward them.
The look in the Empress's eyes was unreadable, while the three consorts covered their mouths and snickered.
The imperial harem was far too harmonious. All those tricks they had learned as unmarried girls had never had a chance to shine.
Now a wandering ghost had come along and forcibly occupied the Seventh Princess's body.
The harem had countless ways to torment someone. They only hoped this wandering ghost would last long enough for them to have some fun.
The moment Wenren Shuang appeared, she nearly blinded everyone in the Empress's palace.
It was nothing much, really. Her outfit today simply made her look like a walking Christmas tree.
On her head alone, she wore close to a hundred pieces of jewelry.
Gold hair forks, gold pins, dangling hairpins, flat hair ornaments-she cared nothing for how heavy they were or whether they looked good.
Anything that could advertise her status and looked expensive went straight onto her head.
Among the dangling hairpins alone were the Twin Begonia Hairpin, the Jade Orchid Butterfly Hairpin, the Double Happiness Silver Hairpin, the Golden Cloud-Hair Floral Hairpin, the Spherical Pearl Hairpin, and the Silver Four-Butterfly Hairpin.
In the time it took her to walk from outside the hall to the Empress, her graceless gait had tangled that whole pile of dangling hairpins into a knot.
Her appearance had already been a chaotic mess. With the hairpins now knotted together on either side of her cheeks, everyone seated there was left utterly