"My dear consort, you..."
The Emperor was at a loss for words.
If Noble Consort Rong hadn't only removed her makeup without changing her clothes, he would have demanded to know where she had hidden his precious Noble Consort and why a palace maid had been sent to greet him instead.
It couldn't be helped. The difference was just too great.
When Jiang Xian had gone to greet him, she had also been wearing light makeup.
Even when she switched to a "no-makeup" makeup look, it was just a matter of changing her eyeshadow and lip color to what a clueless man would consider "all-natural."
Noble Consort Rong, on the other hand, was accustomed to lavish adornment. She was the type who wanted to be dripping with jewels, her vibrant makeup a statement in itself. Her presence announced itself long before she arrived, as if demanding that everyone acknowledge her beauty.
Was there anything wrong with that?
