Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Night quietly descended, and although darkness had fallen, the oppressive heat still permeated the surroundings, as if even the air itself had become thick and sticky.

Huamei Residence.

Lin Miaoyin heard that His Highness was coming tonight, so she began to make careful preparations early on.

At this moment, she sat nervously and expectantly on the couch, twisting the handkerchief in her hands.

Beside her was her personal maid, Yuqi.

"Yuqi, quickly take a look at my makeup, is there anything wrong with it?"

Lin Miaoyin's voice trembled slightly as she looked at Yuqi.

"My lady, your makeup is light tonight, your face is fair with a rosy glow, your eyebrows are like distant mountains, and your eyes are like autumn waves. Your beauty remains as stunning as ever. His Highness will surely like it."

To ease her mistress's tension, Yuqi smiled broadly and praised her softly, her eyes full of sincerity.

Lin Miaoyin is petite and delicate with a beautiful and charming face. Her pitiful appearance easily arouses men's desire to protect her.

At this moment, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was gently biting her lip, revealing her nervousness, which made her even more endearing.

Yesterday, His Highness went to the concubine's place. The three newlyweds were all secretly calculating that His Highness would probably summon one of them tonight. But Lin Miaoyin never expected that she would be the first one.

Among the three, Lin Miaoyin had the lowest status. Although she was a noble lady from the highest class in Jinzhou, when they came to the capital, Ye Yaqin's father was a second-rank Grand Commander, and Mu Liyue's father was a third-rank Chancellor. Both of them came from prominent families.

They had assumed that His Highness would visit Ye Yaqin first, given their status, but instead he came to Huamei Residence.

Could it be that His Highness already remembered her on the day of the talent selection?

Do I also have some feelings for her?

The more Lin Miaoyin thought about it, the more her heart pounded like a deer, and two blushes quickly rose on her cheeks.

"Your Highness is on his way to Huamei Residence."

A palace maid hurried in and bowed slightly to report to Lin Miaoyin.

Lin Miaoyin and the other young ladies-in-waiting had all learned the palace etiquette before the selection process, so they naturally knew that to serve His Highness the Crown Prince, they needed to greet him in advance.

She then took a deep breath, got up from the bed, straightened her clothes, put on what she thought was her most beautiful smile, and walked out of the bedchamber with light, graceful steps.

At the entrance of Huamei Residence, Lin Miaoyin stood upright yet with a hint of submissiveness, showing respect.

Her eyes kept darting outwards, filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Jun Zechen walked slowly out of the deep darkness, his steps steady and powerful.

Lin Miaoyin had not looked closely at His Highness the Crown Prince's appearance before. At this moment, as His Highness gradually approached, she glanced at him hastily. His handsome face made her lower her head shyly, her cheeks blushing like the sunset.

"This concubine greets Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Lin Miaoyin gave a slight curtsy, her voice soft and gentle, tinged with shyness.

Get up.

Jun Zechen's voice was calm and even.

Then, without looking to the side, he walked straight past her into the house.

Lin Miaoyin followed behind him, and only then did she dare to quietly raise her head and look at the Crown Prince's imposing figure.

His broad shoulders and straight spine made her heart pound.

Jun Zechen came over after having dinner. He hadn't spent much time in the harem in his previous life, but this woman had been in his harem for many years, so Jun Zechen was already familiar with her.

Upon seeing them again, his heart remained calm, just as he was completely aware of everyone's personality, future plans, and affections. Therefore, Jun Zechen's heart was undisturbed.

Upon entering the room, Jun Zechen casually sat down on the tatami mat, his movements fluid and natural.

An Shun respectfully handed the book he had brought from Yude Hall to Jun Zechen.

This is a collection of poems, which Jun Zechen used to pass the time, since it was still early.

Lin Miaoyin sat obediently on the other side of the couch, her body slightly tense, unsure of what to say.

If she speaks rashly, will His Highness find her noisy?

Lin Miaoyin bit her lip lightly, leaving a faint mark on her lips with her pearly teeth. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes wandering, looking somewhat at a loss.

In the quiet room, the only sound was the soft rustling of pages turning as Jun Zechen flipped through the books.

Lin Miaoyin felt she couldn't continue waiting passively. After hesitating for a long time, she mustered her courage and said, "Your Highness, how about I play the zither for you?"

Jun Zechen did not take his gaze off the book, but simply nodded slightly.

Lin Miaoyin gave Yuqi a wink, and Yuqi understood immediately, taking her zither from her.

Actually, playing the zither wasn't Lin Miaoyin's particular skill, but since she didn't know His Highness's preferences, she could only try to find out first.

I will study diligently after I have a deeper understanding of His Highness's preferences.

Yuqi arranged the zither properly, and Lin Miaoyin gracefully walked over and sat down. Her slender fingers gently tested the sound of the zither, and then she began to play the piece she knew best.

The melody was melodious and gentle, flowing into people's hearts like a babbling brook. A pair of affectionate eyes were always looking at Jun Zechen, filled with shyness and admiration.

She sat intently playing the piano, while he reclined leisurely reading a book; the scene was quite peaceful and beautiful.

However, Lin Miaoyin's piano playing reflected her inner shyness, with each note carrying the tender feelings of a young girl in love, making the air seem to be filled with a subtle sweetness.

Jun Zechen knew in his heart that Lin Miaoyin was not good at playing the zither, while Ye Yaqin was the most skilled.

However, like the Ye family, Ye Yaqin is ambitious. She appears gentle and kind on the surface, but in reality, she is cunning and resourceful.

As a result, Jun Zechen felt that Ye Yaqin's music no longer had any elegance, but instead was tainted with the vulgarity of power.

Although Lin Miaoyin also had her own little schemes, she at least did an excellent job of putting on a good show. When you were with her, you couldn't feel her scheming or cunning, and you felt relaxed and at ease.

Lin Miaoyin was also very sensible and well-behaved. As long as Jun Zechen did not put down his book, she would continue to play, playing soothing melodies. The music seemed to have a magical power, relieving people's fatigue after a day.

Lin Miaoyin's mother was not her father's legal wife, but rather a concubine who was promoted to a secondary wife.

She naturally learned to be just as considerate of her mother to her father.

A man is busy with his career during the day, so he needs to relax and enjoy himself in the evening.

Even though his gentle and caring mother wasn't his father's favorite, he couldn't live without her.

Lin Miaoyin also wanted to be that kind of woman. She didn't expect the Crown Prince to love her deeply. As long as he liked her a little, didn't find her annoying, and even felt comfortable with her, that would be enough.

Then she would have the confidence to live in the palace, and if she were fortunate enough to give birth to an imperial heir, she would be content with her life.

As she thought about it, Lin Miaoyin's smile became even sweeter.

Time seemed to stand still, passing slowly second by second.

Jun Zechen finally closed the book in his hands, and the soft "snap" sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Almost at the same instant, Lin Miaoyin also stopped playing the piano, the last note seemingly still lingering in the air.

"Is Your Highness going to rest?"

Lin Miaoyin's voice was as soft as a falling feather, carrying a hint of cautious inquiry.

Jun Zechen nodded slightly.

Then, he walked towards the clothes rack, and Lin Miaoyin followed him in small steps, her movements appearing somewhat restrained.

She reached out and began to undress Jun Zechen properly.

But she had been playing the piano for quite a while, and now her hands were trembling slightly as she took off her clothes, and her fingertips looked a little stiff.

In addition, this was the first time she had been so close to a man, and his warm breath was almost touching her cheeks, which were nearly pressed against the prince's broad chest. Lin Miaoyin's blush quickly spread from her cheeks to her ears, and even her fair neck was tinged with a pinkish hue.

Lin Miaoyin had just taken off Jun Zechen's outer robe and hung it on the clothes rack.

Anshun walked in with a feeling of unease.

"Your Highness."

When Lin Miaoyin saw An Shun enter, she froze, a bad premonition rising in her heart, and her already tense nerves tightened even more.

Jun Zechen's expression remained calm and composed, showing no sign of emotion. "What is it?" he asked in a dignified voice.

"A palace maid from Consort Su's palace requests an audience."

Anshun's voice trembled slightly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Last time, the concubine went to the Crown Princess's palace to snatch someone away. Today is His Highness's first day of favoring a new concubine. Could it be that Concubine Su is going to snatch His Highness away again?

Upon hearing An Shun's words, Lin Miaoyin felt as if her heart had fallen into an abyss, sinking deeper and deeper.

This morning I witnessed Consort Su's domineering and arrogant attitude towards the Crown Princess, and I never expected that it would happen to me tonight.

She lowered her head, biting her lip tightly. Although she was filled with anger and grievance, she dared not speak out.

She could only pray silently in her heart that His Highness would not tolerate Consort Su's lawless and arrogant attitude.

Jun Zechen's expression instantly darkened.

Yesterday he had a feeling that this woman would make a scene if he favored someone else, so he tried to appease her, but he didn't expect her to still cause a scene today.

She'd better have something really wrong! Otherwise, she'll definitely not be let off easily!

Jun Zechen was secretly furious.

"Let them in."

Upon hearing His Highness's words, Lin Miaoyin felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow. She looked up abruptly, her face filled with disbelief and panic.

She gritted her teeth, suppressing her fear.

If Your Highness leaves Huamei Residence tonight, how will she face the people of the Eastern Palace tomorrow?

Wouldn't everyone then mock and ridicule her?

Anshun brought in the palace maid, who kept her head down the whole time. After entering cautiously, she gave a curtsy.

Then, she timidly relayed Consort Su's words: "Your Highness, Consort Su has a headache today and can't sleep. She would like to ask you to come and take a look at her."

Headache?

Jun Zechen was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether she was genuinely suffering from a headache or faking it.

Although she had sent someone to Qiluan Palace to invite him last time, she was indeed very scared because of the thunder when he arrived, so he stayed with her until she fell asleep before leaving.

Could it be that I really have a headache today?

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even more.

"Has the imperial physician been summoned?"

"My lord felt it was too late and that he would be fine after a rest, so he didn't call the imperial physician." The palace maid's voice trembled even more.

"Nonsense!"

After saying that, Jun Zechen walked quickly to the clothes rack, grabbed the clothes, and dressed quickly before leaving Huamei Residence without looking back.

Lin Miaoyin stared blankly at His Highness's departing figure, her eyes vacant, unable to recover for a long time.

He could only murmur, "Your Highness..."

The voice was as soft as a leaf falling in the wind, filled with helplessness and despair.

Although His Highness the Crown Prince left without warning, Anshun still felt a pang of guilt and turned to comfort Consort Lin.

"Consort Lin, Consort Su has a headache. His Highness is just concerned. Please don't take it to heart."

Anshun's face showed a mixture of sympathy and helplessness.

Lin Miaoyin wasn't the kind of person who couldn't handle being wronged, but at this moment, tears were still welling up in her eyes, and she was trying her best not to let them fall.

"Thank you for your comfort, Grandpa Anshun."

Her voice was clearly choked with sobs.

Anshun sighed, thinking to himself: They are all pitiful women.

He then hurriedly followed in His Highness's footsteps to the Water Condensation Palace.