He is strong! Chapter one is acting! Not a saint!

In the third year of Qi Yuan, July.

This summer is much hotter than in previous years.

Song Zhao looked through the window, watching the flowers in the courtyard that had wilted in the sun.

The lotus pond steamed under the scorching heat, and even the cicadas on the branches seemed too lazy to chirp.

Her boudoir was surprisingly cool.

Song Zhao leaned against the heated seat, her delicate fingers idly twirling the ice in front of her.

A chill mist clung to her fingertips, then vanished in an instant.

Her boudoir was bathed in the afternoon sun, and really, the whole summer felt like living inside a steamer.

That is, just a few days ago, the imperial decree appointing the palace maid as a consort arrived at the Duke of Guoguo's mansion. Only then did a constant stream of ice arrive in her chamber.

'Squeak'

Song Zhao, hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, subconsciously raised his eyebrows and glanced over.

Bi Yunshan entered holding a crimson cloak, placing it neatly before her.

"Second Miss, the Imperial Court's garments have arrived."

It was a purple cloud brocade embroidered cloak, both the fabric and workmanship were top-notch.

Such a good thing, as the illegitimate Song Zhao, had never even experienced it before.

Now that I have it, but looking at it, I'm not happy.

"And you just take this, Tomorrow's Palace. I will wear this one on top."

Fir glanced at Song Zhao's sky-blue cloud-patterned shirt. The fabric was ordinary, the stitching rough, and it looked dull and faded. A bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

"Second Miss, I know you're not feeling well in your heart, but the imperial decree has been issued, everything is settled, and there is no room for change."

Seeing that Song Zhao was sullen and staring at the ground, Yun Shan picked up his robe and measured it with her hand.

"Look at this, you're so impressive!~ On the first day of the Xiu Palace, one can see the Saint. The master said that you must seize this opportunity and let the emperor take notice of you at first glance. If you don't succeed on the first try, it will be difficult to gain favor again."

Song Zhao fell silent for a moment and asked, "What time is it now?"

"It is noon. Tomorrow, you will need to visit the palace. Your master and mistress are currently waiting for you in the main hall to take your leave and say farewell."

"

Help me up, and attend to my makeup.

Yun Shan's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she happily said, "That's great! It's good that the second miss is starting to perk up!"

It seems Song Zhao still cares about her appearance. This shows she hasn't given up on herself completely.

The road ahead may be difficult, but it's still better than staying at home.

Our young mistress's exceptional beauty, simply by appearing with this face, would ensure that she would be adored and favored by all.

If Ke Ru remained at the estate, she wouldn't know how much the mistress and her daughter would torment her.

When Yun Shan was attending to Song Zhao's dressing, Song Zhao took out a new box of water and handed it to him.

"This water was given to me by my elder sister when she knew I was going to the palace. Today, I shall use it."

Song Zhao's skin was very white, and his quality was so fine that it resembled jade.

Such a celestial beauty, she needs no water, just a touch of rouge and lipstick, to outshine all others.

Today, Song Zhao unexpectedly asked Yunshen to add another layer of water.

Yunshen said, "Actually, Miss's plain face is already very beautiful."

Song Zhao looked at the reflection in the mirror, smiled to herself for five seconds, and didn't respond.

She arrived at the main hall after putting on her makeup and dressing up. Her family had been waiting for her there for a long time.

At the top sat General Song Shicheng, protector of the country. To his right and left sat his wife Jiang and his daughter Song Yue respectively.

Three people, with six eyes, all stared intently at Song Zhao, each with their own thoughts.

Song Zhao knelt down and bowed to the high seat.

"It is my fault that I came home late, making father, mother and elder sister wait for me."

Song Shichen raised his hand to Xu Ping, "An old man thought you were still stubborn and refused even this last meeting before the palace. Sit down."

After taking her seat, she heard Jiang's strange and eerie voice:

“You need to know, sending you to the palace was for your own good. Your elder sister cares for you deeply, and that's why she gave up her own palace spot and begged the master to send you to the palace. The palace offers endless riches and glory. You received such a good deal, so don't be ungrateful.”

"Yes, child thanks mother, thank elder sister." Song Zhao politely thanked her, while speaking her fingers unconsciously scratched her cheek.

Elder sister Song Yue added, “This batch of newly selected palace maids has only four candidates. Although you received only a promised position due to your status as a concubine's daughter, the ladies in the palace are all amiable and should not make things difficult for you.”

Song Zhao nodded in agreement, "Sister, you speak truly."

Speaking, the act of scratching one's face continued unabated, and became increasingly intense.

Jiang lowered her face and said, "You're scratching your ears and cheeks while we're talking to you. What are you doing?"

Song Zhao, having heard Jiang's reprimand, endured the strange sensation on his face and lowered his hand. However, he then heard another gasp from Jiang:

"Oh! Your face..."

Everyone went together.

Only then did she see Song Zhao's face, which was once beautiful and stunning, now covered in red, swollen rashes. It was a shocking sight!

Song Zhao, meeting their astonished gazes, covered her face and asked in a puzzled tone:

"What's wrong with my face?"

Song Shicheng hurriedly said, "Wait! Someone, please bring Doctor Zhang here!"

During this waiting time for Zhang Lang, the crowd had already moved from the main hall to the side hall. Meanwhile, Song Zhao looked into a bronze mirror and saw her own face, marred with wounds.

She valued beauty and Song Zhaoben was born with a striking appearance, fair complexion and elegant features.

Tomorrow, the palace would have been hers. She could have used this face to secure a bright future.

Now that her face is ruined, everything is over.

Her tears flowed like rain, I pitied her so much.

Ginger's mother watched with a smile from the side, while Song Shicheng was very concerned about Song Zhao's injuries.

To be precise, he was interested in Song Zhao's face, a face that could captivate all men under heaven.

After all, he still referred to the Song Zhao Palace, and being able to get face in front of them, he could help him out more.

Later, Zhang Langzhong examined Song Zhao and quickly found the cause of the redness, swelling, and rash on her face.

"Master, the second young lady is clearly resisting this arrangement."

"What do you mean by 'suffering from the Peach Blossom Disease'?" Song Shicheng questioned, "You only suffer from peach blossoms, but since learning about this condition, the Guo Gongfu has planted peaches everywhere. It's July now, not the season for peach blossoms, so how could you have been affected by them?"

Dr. Zhang pondered for a moment and surmised, "The illness is confined to the face, indicating that the poison was not ingested through food or drink. Perhaps it has something to do with Second Miss's daily routines."

Song Shicheng followed this lead and had a thorough investigation done.

Soon, the box of water that Song Zhao had just used and was given by Song Yue was presented before everyone.

After examining carefully, Zhang Langzhong said in a trembling voice:

"Master, someone has mixed peach blossoms into the water! And the blossoms have been ground to a fine powder. If not for careful examination, it would be extremely difficult to detect anything amiss."

The moment those words were spoken, the side hall instantly became a chaotic mess.

Before Song Yue could even open her mouth to explain herself,

Song Zhao burst into tears and questioned, "Elder sister, why are you being so cruel to me?"

(PS: No transmigration, no rebirth, no book traversal, all characters are pure ancient people.)

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