MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 70: Blinding you with my handsomeness?

Chapter 70: Blinding you with my handsomeness?

The Hall of Radiance—the official residence of the emperor and empress—stood as a symbol of imperial majesty and unparalleled power.

Its grandeur was unmatched, with towering golden pillars that gleamed even under the faintest touch of sunlight, and intricately carved dragons snaking their way along the archways.

The sprawling steps leading to the entrance were lined with ceremonial guards, their polished armor catching the light and adding to the overwhelming splendor of the palace grounds.

Inside the carriage, Hua Jing’s palms were clammy as she sat stiffly, her nerves practically suffocating her. She had never been in the presence of such authority before.

While the Hua Jing of this world might have prepared for such an occasion, she—the intruder in this body—was wholly unprepared for the magnitude of what lay ahead.

The movement outside the carriage was brisk, purposeful.

Soldiers and attendants alike hurried past, their movements precise and deliberate.

Even without seeing them directly, Hua Jing could feel the weight of the system they upheld.

Her chest tightened, and she struggled to breathe evenly as the reality of what was about to happen sank in.

Xia Lin, seated beside her, noticed her unease and leaned closer. "Everything will be fine, young lady," she whispered soothingly.

"Just follow His Highness’s lead, and all will be well."

Hua Jing managed a small nod, though her nerves were far from settled.

Her gaze flicked to the curtain covering the carriage door, and her heart skipped when she heard the loud announcement from outside.

"The Seventh Consort has arrived!"

Her breath caught as another voice—deep, steady, and unmistakably Zhao Yan’s—responded, "Lift the curtain."

The words carried an air of command, yet there was a calmness to them that momentarily steadied her nerves.

Xia Lin quickly moved to the door, bowing deeply as she stepped out of the carriage with practiced grace.

Her demeanor was entirely different from her usual cheerful self; now, she was solemn and focused, a reflection of the importance of this moment.

Hua Jing sat frozen for a moment, watching through the narrow space as Xia Lin performed her task.

The maid’s efficiency was almost intimidating, every action measured and purposeful, as if this routine had been rehearsed countless times.

Finally, Xia Lin lifted the curtain with precision, her head still bowed. Hua Jing took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward.

The brilliance of the Hall of Radiance hit her fully then. She had thought the imperial palace was extravagant, but this? This was another level.

Every detail of the grand hall exuded opulence and power, from the towering golden doors engraved with phoenixes and dragons to the sprawling marble courtyard dotted with rare flowers and jade sculptures.

Her eyes widened as she took in the enormity of it all, her awe momentarily eclipsing her nervousness.

Even the air here seemed different, heavy with an aura of history and authority.

"Compose yourself, Hua Jing," she muttered under her breath, willing herself to focus.

She stepped out of the carriage with as much poise as she could muster.

Her legs felt wobbly, but she forced herself to stand tall, her chin slightly lifted as she remembered Xia Lin’s earlier instructions.

As Hua Jing descended from the carriage, she caught Zhao Yan’s gaze. He was waiting for her, his figure tall and commanding.

Even from this distance, his half-covered face gave little away, but there was a glint in his eyes that seemed to acknowledge her presence.

"Follow me," Zhao Yan said smoothly, his tone calm yet firm.

Hua Jing nodded and followed him, her movements slower but deliberate.

The reality of entering the Hall of Radiance and meeting the emperor and empress began to sink in, and her earlier composure wavered slightly.

Behind her, Xia Lin whispered, "You’re doing well, young lady. Just keep walking."

Hua Jing gave a subtle nod of acknowledgment.

Gathering her nerves, she turned her gaze upward and noticed the marble steps leading to the entrance of the Hall of Radiance.

The smooth, gleaming surface reflected the sunlight in dazzling patterns, making the approach seem even more intimidating.

She hesitated for the briefest moment, but Zhao Yan, walking beside her, extended his hand without a word.

Hua Jing glanced at his outstretched hand, her expression indifferent. Though she wasn’t keen on accepting help, she knew the setting demanded decorum.

Refusing his hand here would not go unnoticed. She shifted her gaze upwards and noticed Zhao Yan watching her closely.

This was also the first time she truly observed his attire. His robe was a vivid red, embroidered with intricate golden patterns that shimmered under the sunlight, almost blinding her.

The gold threads seemed to ripple like fire with every movement he made.

Even his mask had changed—it was now golden as well, perfectly complementing his radiant appearance.

She squinted slightly as the sunlight caught the mask, and in a low whisper, she said, "You’re blinding me."

Zhao Yan arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "With my handsomeness?" he asked, his voice laced with playful arrogance.

Hua Jing’s lips twitched as she fought the urge to retort. Instead, she sighed inwardly and took his hand to avoid any further back-and-forth.

His hand was steady and warm, his grip firm yet gentle as he helped her ascend the stairs.

As they reached the top of the marble steps, the gates of the Hall of Radiance loomed before them.

The massive golden doors were engraved with intricate designs of phoenixes and dragons intertwined in an eternal dance of power and harmony.

The gold detailing shimmered like molten metal, and Hua Jing couldn’t help but marvel at the artistry.

The guards stationed at the doors stood like statues, their polished armor gleaming.

At the slightest signal from Zhao Yan, they sprang into action, pulling the heavy doors open with practiced precision.

The faint creak of the hinges gave way to silence as the entrance to the hall revealed itself.

Hua Jing stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The vastness of the hall stretched before her, and her breath hitched.

Even with the grandiosity of the palace exterior, she hadn’t been prepared for what lay inside.

Her mouth opened wide like that of a fish, "Woah!"

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