Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

January 6th.

Sunny weather.

The north wind blows.

Taiji Palace.

Officials of the fifth rank and above, along with their children, were finding their seats, while palace servants stood in fixed positions, waiting to be summoned at any time.

Fifteen minutes later.

The people in the left and right rows were already seated, and all that was left was for the protagonist to appear.

The emperor, empress dowager, and empress walked out together.

The atmosphere inside the hall reached its climax.

The crowd bowed, and Emperor Yongwen held a one-month-old baby in one arm, while raising the other hand slightly.

He was positioned in the middle, with the Empress Dowager and Empress on his left and right, respectively, each a step back.

Wei Qi just woke up, and she opened her big, dark eyes, which were the size of grapes, and looked around.

I saw my mother in front and behind me.

She raised her hand, called out "Ya ya," stared intently, and smiled, revealing a small dimple.

Empress Shen saw this and smiled at her.

Wei Qi waved her hands even more fiercely, twisting her small body in an attempt to push away the control of the large hands.

Emperor Yongwen was making polite remarks, but the child in his arms wouldn't stop moving. He looked down at the child's behavior and said sarcastically, "You like your mother so much, what's wrong with staying in your father's arms for a while?"

In the past month, Empress Shen, after giving birth, has inexplicably shown no physical damage like that of an ordinary woman.

It's actually healthier.

So she took care of the child herself, and the two got along very well.

Compared to Emperor Yongwen, the father-daughter relationship was less frequent than the mother-daughter relationship, so Wei Qi naturally had a better bond with her biological mother.

Wei Qi heard a familiar voice, looked up, gestured with his hands, and spoke in a bubble-like manner.

He drooled, but still couldn't utter a coherent sentence.

Emperor Yongwen, feeling a pang of jealousy upon seeing her drool, laughed and decided to have a painter capture this scene as a memento.

Thinking it over, she picked up the handkerchief without hesitation, wiped her mouth, and then handed it to Wen Zhong.

Leaning slightly forward, he spoke to Empress Shen about the portrait.

He also wanted the three of them to draw one together.

Empress Shen had no objections, and she even suggested that several paintings be made for Wei Qi every year to commemorate his life from childhood to adulthood.

The whispered conversation between the royal couple drew the attention of everyone in the hall.

With countless sighs, all I can say is that the harmony between the Emperor and Empress is a blessing for the world.

The auspicious time has arrived.

Wen Zhong reminded the two, no, the three, that even a baby who has lived for thirty days is still a person.

Emperor Yongwen took his seat.

The officer in charge of the ceremony announced loudly, "The full moon celebration begins."

Wei Qi was carried away by Princess Xihe and stopped in the center of the hall, placed on a festive table covered with soft cushions, facing the emperor and empress.

Originally, it was a palace maid who carried her, but Emperor Yongwen had a sudden inspiration, and Princess Xihe volunteered to do so. The two hit it off immediately.

Zongzheng agreed with a cold face, muttering the word "rules" under his breath.

Wei Qi reached out and touched the gold thread on Princess Xihe's clothes, uttering two "ah ah" sounds to greet her. She recognized this person.

Xihe held Wei Qi's arm loosely with one hand, and took her hand with the other.

Whether it was just her imagination or not, she felt a deeper affection for Chen Zhao than for any of the other princes and princesses, even the Crown Prince.

That's probably because you put in a lot of effort, both genuine and substantial.

As the music began, court music was played one by one.

The musicians danced gracefully.

Red, blue, green, all kinds of clothes.

Wei Qi opened her eyes and twisted her neck to look, but unfortunately she couldn't get up and could only look while lying down.

The dance segment ended, but then came the next and most important part.

A gift to express our congratulations.

Gift boxes were placed on Wei Qi's left, right, and back sides.

With the emperor's approval, the princes and princesses began by showering Wei Qi with gold, silver, and jewels, and all stepped forward to praise him.

Those waiting to present their gifts glanced at the emperor and, sure enough, saw that he was overjoyed.

Each one of them made even greater efforts to utilize the art of language.

Not one of them dragged the team down or caused any trouble.

After their gifts were presented, it was time for the Emperor, Empress Dowager, and Empress to give their gifts, and then it was time for the naming ceremony.

Emperor Yongwen picked up the baby and announced to the crowd: "Qi, Wei Qi, is my daughter."

This announces her official human identity.

Zongzheng also recorded her name in the family genealogy.

The music started again.

After one song.

It was a banquet.

Food and drinks are laid out on the table; a lively banquet is about to begin.

Wei Qi finally came into her mother's arms.

Empress Shen held her and drifted off to sleep. A quarter of an hour later, she and Emperor Yongwen left the table together, each carrying a child.

The crown prince watched helplessly as his father and mother left their seats.

The Empress Dowager presided over the event.

He sniffed, lowered his head, and picked up a meatball. Even the food he used to enjoy tasted bland and unappetizing.

Wei Jin felt envious and jealous of her younger sister.

But the next second, he dismissed the evil thought; he was the older brother and shouldn't be jealous of his younger sister.

One person happened to see the complex mix of disappointment in the Crown Prince's eyes and imagined the Empress's expression when the siblings turned against each other one day.

The banquet has ended.

They could see the emperor's new preferences and were working hard towards them.

Who doesn't want to improve?

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Two more royal princesses joined Princess Xihe's carriage: one her sister and one her aunt.

The three were about the same age.

Xihe has an oval face, a standard oval face, while her sister, Princess Leping, has a round face and almond-shaped eyes.

Her aunt, Princess Cheng'an, had a long face and single eyelids.

Xihe looked at the two of them; one peeled grapes for her, and the other handed her tea.

Her eyes were full of laughter, and she teased, "So you want to improve, huh?"

Le Ping nodded emphatically, placed the tea in front of her, and said gently, "Little sister, drink this, the temperature is just right." Then, she added, "I want some."

Not all princesses' husbands were like Xihe's.

She isn't, but thankfully she's intelligent, and it's not like they can't live together.

She glanced at her aunt before saying, "You know, even though we princesses have royal blood, we still have to plan if we want to live well."

The emperor is thirty-two years old this year.

While he was alive, they had no worries, but the emperors of the Dayong Dynasty did not live long; they usually died in their thirties or before they were forty.

There are crown princes, but they usually don't ascend to the throne!

But things are different now.

With such a beloved younger sister, the Crown Prince should have no worries.

Xihe slowly sipped her tea, then set it down: "Speak, what do you want to ask?"

"How much does His Majesty love Chen Zhaode?" Le Ping was always honest with Xi He, and he would speak his mind.

Xihe: "..."

She leaned on her hand, not answering directly: "My brother is Chenzhao's father."

One sentence left Le Ping and Cheng An stunned for a moment.

At this time, none of them had considered the possibility that Chen Zhao might become the crown prince or the emperor.

They were only thinking about the probability of the crown prince ascending the throne.

It should be noted that very few emperors or princes in the Wei royal family lived to a ripe old age.

But they lived long lives as princesses.

To live a good life, one would likely have to live under three emperors.

The other Cheng'an had already put down her grapes and said seriously, "In that case, Xihe, when you go to the palace to visit Chen Zhaode, send someone to tell me that I will go with you."

Compared to Le Ping, she needed to be on good terms with the next emperor.

Because her husband is brainless.

But unfortunately, his status was just too good.

They were also related by marriage to the Crown Prince's maternal family.

"You know, I want to keep the prince consort under my thumb, preferably for the rest of my life." Cheng An's expression turned cold and disgusted when he mentioned the prince consort.

Xihe knew about her aunt's family's difficulties and often advised her to get a divorce, but her aunt was unwilling.

Unwilling to accept her departure, she let that man have his way.

A hint of helplessness and heartache flashed in her eyes: "Okay, if I go, I'll send someone to tell you, we'll go together."

Le Ping: "Me too."