When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 59.2.1

“…that the defenses of my Crown Prince Brother’s Eastern Palace are so tight? Unless you are a housefly, you can only go in standing up and come out horizontally.”

Baili Qi clenched her fists. Blood seeped through the gauze, and her eyes were chillingly dark and sinister. Jiang Yan was already accustomed to this expression and securely went back to sleep.

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Wan Si Rong was formally invested as a Consort. Jiang Yan stood with the other princes and princesses, watching from afar the woman whom her Royal Father held by the hand like a precious treasure.

As far as she knew, Wan Si Rong was only about two years older than her; King Qin was old enough to be her father, yet she had climbed directly onto the dragon bed. Truly, the most esteemed man in the realm held undeniable appeal.

The investiture ceremony was grand. Except for the Empress, the group of consorts had red eyes of jealousy, their handkerchiefs nearly wrung to shreds.

Qin Ying stood beside Jiang Yan and said faintly, “Ninth Sister, I recently heard a rumor about you. Do you want to hear it?”

Jiang Yan didn’t even look at her, turning the hand warmer in her hand and replying lazily, “No.”

She hated people who deliberately tried to leave others in suspense the most. She specifically didn’t want to grant Qin Ying her wish, just to spite her.

Qin Ying was clearly quite angered, letting out a cold snort and turning her face away.

There was too much tedious ceremony. Jiang Yan’s legs were numb. She glanced at the maids waiting behind her, feeling a slight worry.

Baili Qi had asked her to bring her along, and she hadn’t had the heart to refuse, so she had brought her. What if she couldn’t control the hatred in her heart and charged forward?

Baili Qi’s eyes were icy, watching the two people on the stage, her fists clenched tightly.

The investiture ceremony finally concluded as noon approached. Jiang Yan’s legs were completely numb. She dragged her exhausted body toward Su Yi and Baili Qi. Qin Ying glanced at Baili Qi, her expression unreadable. “Ninth Sister, this maid looks a little unfamiliar.”

Jiang Yan said flatly, “She was given to me by Crown Prince Brother. Does Fifth Sister want her too? You can ask Crown Prince Brother for one.”

See if he gives her to you.

Qin Ying bit her lip, then let out another cold snort, and was helped away by a palace maid.

Jiang Yan didn’t want to linger either and left with her two maids. After only a few steps, a gorgeously dressed beauty walked toward them.

Jiang Yan froze, staring at that face, unable to recover for a long time.

Wan Si Rong approached, first giving Baili Qi, who was behind Jiang Yan, a meaningful look, and then said to Jiang Yan, “Ninth Princess, please come to my palace and sit for a while. His Majesty wishes to see you.”

Jiang Yan couldn’t even hear what she was saying; she only saw her lips moving.

The face before her was nine-tenths similar to the late Consort Mei, and even her expression was identical. Jiang Yan couldn’t help but wonder who was truly Consort Mei’s daughter.