Zhang Yue was dressed in her finest attire today, wearing a dark green Shu brocade dress adorned with scattered floral patterns. Her hair was styled into an elegant cloud-like bun, embellished with ruby hairpins, and her makeup was immaculate. She gazed at Prince Yan with a radiant smile.
Ever since she received the fourteen bottles of golden wound medicine bestowed by Prince Yan, rumors had been swirling in the palace that Zhang Yue was now the favored one, while Shen Wei had fallen out of grace.
During the five days Prince Yan was away, Zhang Yue had been basking in her newfound glory. The Princess Consort had gifted her jewelry, precious fabrics, and silks, and the palace servants had been fawning over her, eager to curry favor.
