Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 520: The Favored Ones Are Fearless

"Perhaps you should visit Her Majesty the Empress?"

Eunuch Li suggested.

"Kunning Palace is full of the Empress’s people, and we can’t stretch our hands in nor can we know the situation inside. It might be better to check it out personally to find out what’s up with Miao the Divine Healer."

Wang Yingluo nodded, knowing well that opportunities did not come by waiting passively; sometimes, one must take the initiative.

Although she was a favored child of the Heavenly Dao, and Heaven was on her side, how long could she wait idly like waiting for a rabbit?

It was better to tread on the Empress sooner and solve other troubles next.

With that thought, she called Fu Rong, "Dress me simply, I am going to visit Her Majesty the Empress."

Fu Rong understood that ’simply’ meant the attire and not the makeup.

Wang Yingluo was in the bloom of youth, and naturally charming and fair, she didn’t need makeup to look beautiful. But in the palace, during the late emperor’s time, there were countless beauties, and the people inside were used to seeing beautiful women; they didn’t find Wang Yingluo particularly attractive.

Even compared to Empress Dowager Qi, Wang Yingluo fell far short.

Otherwise, why would Noble Consort Qi have been the favored consort back then? It was her peak beauty that qualified her for that position. freeweɓnøvel.com

Now, Empress Dowager Qi was just over forty, living a life of prestigious comfort and maintained well—people would believe her to be just in her early thirties.

Although her attire as the Empress Dowager made her look mature, it also added an air of dignity and grace, effortlessly overshadowing Wang Yingluo.

And what about the now flourishing Empress Murong Jiu?

Whenever Wang Yingluo stood next to the Empress, wasn’t she always eclipsed?

It was just that no one in the palace dared to comment on it.

Wang Yingluo herself might have felt a bit insecure, or perhaps ashamed, when faced with the stunningly beautiful face of the Empress.

Thus, she would apply her makeup meticulously every day. In her own words, it was a ’scheming makeup’—no one could tell at first glance that she was wearing makeup; they would just think she had become more beautiful.

Fu Rong very much admired this skill. She quietly learned the technique and thought about opening a makeup store for women outside the palace if one day she retired with enough savings—perhaps even carving out a career for herself.

Look, just by brushing some grayish powder on the sides of her nose, Wang Yingluo’s nose appeared more prominent.

Then, with a touch of silvery-white pearl powder on the tip of her nose, cheeks, and brow bones, her features became more defined.

The black eyeliner used for drawing eyebrows could even be applied at the roots of the eyelashes, which Wang Yingluo called eyeliner. After its application, her eyes looked enlarged and more expressive.

The method of drawing her eyebrows also differed from theirs; it wasn’t just simple coloring. She could draw distinct, natural-looking individual eyebrow hairs.

A small wooden stick, slightly charred, could be used to make her eyelashes curl and appear thicker and darker.

The lip color, a combination of several shades, was moistened in the palm of the hand before being dabbed onto the lips bit by bit. This way, there were no lip lines, nor did it look heavily applied like others’ lip colors; her lips appeared more naturally rosy and plump.

And this lip color could also be applied to the cheeks as blush. Combined with Wang Yingluo’s technique, the cheeks appeared naturally flush with a healthy glow from beneath pale skin.

After the makeup application, Wang Yingluo’s natural beauty, initially modest, was enhanced significantly.

Fu Rong silently learned and thought to herself that even so, compared to the unadorned Empress, Wang Yingluo still fell short significantly.

The title of Great Yan’s number one beauty was not unwarranted; anyone who saw the Empress’s face praised it.

Wang Yingluo’s eyelashes and eyes were drawn on, but the Empress was different; without makeup, her eyelashes were naturally longer than Wang Yingluo’s, thick and curly. Both the Crown Prince and the Princess had long eyelashes and large eyes.

"If Wang Yingluo were to have a child, she couldn’t have produced such a beautiful one."

The Empress Dowager favored the Crown Prince and the Princess, largely because both children were attractive.

Humans are naturally visual creatures, no one dislikes beautiful people and things.

Fu Rong served while secretly criticizing in her heart.

It wasn’t that she wanted to disparage Wang Yingluo’s appearance, but the other woman was ruthless, full of schemes, which made her face appear harsh and petty, causing others to dislike her.

Upon arriving at Kunning Palace, the Empress did not wish to see Wang Yingluo.

"Her Majesty the Empress is ill, and it is all my fault. It was Your Majesty who, out of anger on my behalf, had Chun Tao beaten to death, which led to Her Majesty falling ill. I truly feel too guilty. If Her Majesty refuses to see me, I will wait here until she is willing,"

Wang Yingluo appeared sincere, her tone earnest.

She didn’t believe Murong Jiu would refuse to see her.

Because Murong Jiu dare not.

She was the Emperor’s favorite, and now under the blazing sun, if she were to faint from the heat, the Emperor would first seek trouble with Murong Jiu.

Having Chun Tao provoke her and then get killed was a precedent, Murong Jiu absolutely dare not slight her again, unless she no longer wanted to be with Jun Yuyan.

Clearly, that was impossible. Which woman would willingly give up the position of Empress?

Jun Yuyan, such a perfect man, had once loved Murong Jiu without reservation. Even if Murong Jiu could not withstand the loneliness and got involved with her Senior Brother Miao, she surely still cared about Jun Yuyan.

Soon Wang Yingluo found her conjecture to be true; Murong Jiu had not left her standing outside Kunning Palace for long before ordering someone to let her in.

A few days later, seeing the Empress again, Murong Jiu did not appear as haggard as Wang Yingluo had imagined. Her complexion was still fair, but her expression was cold. Dressed in plain moon-white clothes, she resembled an orchid in a valley, emitting a captivating fragrance.

Wang Yingluo thought, even she, a woman, could be mesmerized by Murong Jiu’s beauty. She felt jealousy, but men wouldn’t; men would only be tempted by beauty.

The one surnamed Miao, who originally liked Murong Jiu, wouldn’t he take advantage of her vulnerability now?

Murong Jiu’s complexion was fair; she must have been up to something these past few days.

While apologizing to the Empress, Wang Yingluo observed Murong Jiu.

She was dressed lightly, which covered her neck, and Wang Yingluo could not tell if there were any new marks.

Murong Jiu sat there, motionless, offering Wang Yingluo no clues.

"You need not feign sympathy. I’m not deceived by such acts, nor can we ever be sisters. You should leave now and not come back. Regarding Chun Tao, I have let it go. From now on, you and I will stay out of each other’s way," Murong Jiu said, coldly.

Wang Yingluo sneered to herself.

Let it go?

She didn’t believe it.

If this woman had truly let it go, would she look so sorrowful?

Purposefully arrogant, Wang Yingluo said, "I know that I can’t win Her Majesty the Empress’s favor and I don’t wish to force it. I only wished not to trouble Your Majesty. Chun Tao’s incident was a warning from the Emperor to Your Majesty, you should keep this in mind."

As expected, a faint anger appeared on Murong Jiu’s face.

Wang Yingluo persisted, leaning closer, "Your anger is pointless. Only the favored ones can act without fear. You must understand this principle, without my saying it."