Consort of a Thousand Faces

Heh! That title caught your attention, didn’t it? :P Well, I’m not kidding! We present to you Rebirth of a Fashionista! 

The male lead is the typical ice cube, ridiculously tall and handsome, confident jerk we see in many novels. Although he appears to be cold and icy, deep down, he’s actually hot and spicy.   

Not to mention, the female lead is very quirky and resilient. If you like female leads that don’t allow others to push them around, this is for you!

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Wei Guang’s clothes were completely soaked by sweat, sticking to his back as he watched Pei Qianhao’s figure gradually leaving his sight. I can’t believe I was so foolish to the point I wanted to get Prince Hao of Beimin to help me. I really feel like giving myself a slap!

 

What kind of person is Prince Hao to let me use him? I am already lucky that Prince Hao didn’t bother with me; otherwise, it’s hard to say what would’ve happened.

 

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Army Barracks, In Front of the Horse Carriage

 

The imperial guard bowed in respect. “Prince Hao, where are you going?”

 

“The posthouse.” Pei Qianhao then got on the horse carriage. The carriage was spacious, containing a table full of tea and desserts.

 

The horse carriage began moving in the direction of the posthouse after Pei Qianhao sat down properly. Inside the carriage, Pei Qianhao closed his eyes as he adopted a contemplative look.

 

The distance between the army barracks and the posthouse wasn’t long, but it passed through the main streets of the capital, making anyone’s eyes dazzle with the glorious scenes.

 

There were manifold different shops, and the sound of peddlers hawking their wares lingered in people’s ears endlessly.

 

Even so, it couldn’t compare with Beimin. Many of the products that were common there couldn’t be seen in Nanzhao.

 

“Patrician, please be merciful and give some food.”

 

“My son hasn’t eaten for two days. Patrician, please take pity on us and do a good deed.”

 

Suddenly, the haggard voice of a woman sounded from the side of the horse carriage. It was easy to tell that her condition was a result of her mental and physical exhaustion, not because of her age. 

 

After hearing this, a strange glint flickered across Pei Qianhao’s now open eyes.

 

Even in the capital, there are people who don’t have enough to eat? How would this be possible unless Ning Rulan’s new policy was changed by Yun Ruofeng? Her political prowess was truly rare in this world. The only Nanzhao citizen I have praised is no longer here now. If she had only been born a man, her accomplishments would have been unrivaled; truly a pity.

 

Without Ning Rulan, it will be hard for Nanzhao to make even small improvements.

 

Thinking of Ning Rulan, Su Xi-er’s figure inexplicably appeared in Pei Qianhao’s mind.

 

In the end, the carriage continued onwards without a word. The woman was only aimlessly begging pedestrians on the side of the road, and didn’t have the courage to stop the horse carriage.

 

“Prince Hao, we are here.”

 

Shortly after, the horse carriage arrived at the posthouse. Pei Qianhao quickly dismounted and quickly entered the posthouse.

 

He had originally wanted to find Su Xi-er, but was given pause by an imperial guard running towards him with an anxious expression.

 

Pei Qianhao understood and turned to head towards the main hall of the posthouse, the imperial guard slowing as he approached the prince from behind.

 

“Prince Hao, this is a pigeon letter from Beimin.” The imperial guard passed a note to Pei Qianhao once they were inside the hall. Taking the note in one hand, Pei Qianhao sat down.

 

The pigeon letter was from Wu Ling. The note explained that, due to some unexpected troubles, Wu Ling would be temporarily stranded in Beimin. The note only said that the corrupt official had been beheaded, but didn’t specify what trouble had come up.

 

“Is there anyone else that knows about this?” The imperial guard understood that Prince Hao was referring to Wu Ling’s absence.

 

Wu Ling is my right-hand man; it’s inevitable that someone observant will notice that he’s not here with me.

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Translation: Sangria

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*Sigh* Wu Ling's life doesn't seem to be going well ><