Jiang Yue did not resist participating in some grand ceremonies, especially when she learned that there were many people she hated attending the grand ceremonies, she became even more enthusiastic about it.
There is nothing more satisfying than appearing arrogant in front of someone you hate.
Jiang Yue had never participated in a serious awards ceremony in the entertainment industry, so she immediately went to search for tips on her favorite place, Little Sweet Potato, but could not find any valuable information.
After all, there will be no female celebrities sharing their experiences of attending the ceremony.
The assistant had been with Jiang Yue for a while and was no longer as afraid of her as before. She typed on her phone: [Teacher Jiang, do we need a professional styling team, or do you do it yourself? 】
To be honest, the assistant hopes that Jiang Yue can handle the makeup team by herself.
They are currently in a high-ranking position and cannot borrow any beautiful clothes or valuable jewelry.
When the time comes and you are drawn into a small form to compare with others, you will inevitably suffer a loss.
Even more ridicule is indispensable. If the eldest lady becomes angry and blames herself for being ridiculed on her "unfavorable" little assistant, she will not be able to bear the burden of ten blames.
Jiang Yue thought for a while, [I'll do it myself. 】
The assistant breathed a sigh of relief: [Okay. 】
Jiang Yue didn't plan to find a makeup team to dress her up. The award ceremony should be no different from the dinner parties she attended before, right?
There were many new dresses of the season in the cloakroom that she had not worn yet, so she had this opportunity.
What attracts the most attention at the ceremony is what the female celebrities are wearing, whether it is haute couture, whether it is a luxury brand, and what kind of treatment they receive.
In short, fans will compare every aspect.
When Jiang Yue appeared on the list, there were also young fans from other families who were not satisfied. They couldn't help but murmured and complained, feeling that the host could not be considered a female celebrity, let alone be invited.
However, these weak voices were quickly suppressed by Jiang Yue's fans.
It is an honor for their wives to participate in this grand ceremony, right?
Among Jiang Yue's fans are some rich otakus, who are well-established in their families and know a lot of news. They sit in front of the computer and talk about the news.
"Why do you think there is cooperation from the municipal publicity department for this year's festival? Of course it's because our wives are awesome."
"I'll tell you the truth, this year's battle is the biggest. We have invited a lot of big shots, and some people who you would never think would deign to condescend to come to participate. What they give is not the organizer's face, they are all there to give." My wife supports the scene."
"And our wives have performed very well these few times on the show. The show that will be aired next month will also surprise you, so don't worry."
The fans' backs were very stiff.
It was as if he had already spied on the secret of heaven.
However, not only other fans didn't believe her bragging, but even Jiang Yue's little fans couldn't believe it.
Their wives are indeed very good, but they are not so awesome, right? That's a bit much.
The support club was also afraid that these wild words would cause trouble, so they immediately asked the host to block this unknown person who came out to break the news.
In fact, Jiang Yue herself didn't know when she became so powerful.
She had been choosing dresses all night, and she was so confused that she couldn't decide what to wear. After all, everything looked beautiful on her.
It’s really hard to choose, hard to let go.
But there are still a few days left, so there is no need to rush to decide what to wear.
After trying on the dress, Jiang Yue still had to do homework every night. Since she had taken over someone else's body, she had to give her something back.
Some of the original owner's behaviors were indeed bad.
Even though he knew she was wrong, Jiang Yue felt that she was excusable.
The adoptive mother was vicious and deliberately taught her bad things.
After careful consideration, Jiang Yue decided to leave a survival note for the original owner before leaving. First of all——
Studying hard is a must.
The original owner may really have no wisdom, but even idiots have their own ways of learning.
Jiang Yue would read for a while before going to bed every night, copying obscure words and sentences into a notebook and annotating them carefully.
There is also a very important communication tool in today's society - English.
Start by copying, reading and memorizing words.
Gradually, it became her habit.
Even though she and the original owner are two souls who have never met, she still pities her from the bottom of her heart and even loves her a little.
It was almost ten o'clock when Jiang Yue finished copying the notes.
She put down the pen and paper, rubbed her sore wrists, stuffed the notebook into the drawer, went into the bathroom, took a shower, put on a clean nightgown, then nestled in the quilt, turned off the light and went to sleep.
Deep sleep.
The past events flashed before her eyes one by one.
The voice in my ears sounded as if it had just happened.
"Princess? Princess?" The little palace maid carefully woke up the sleeping girl who was leaning on the swing. She couldn't help but lower her voice when speaking, for fear of scaring her.
The girl's pale skin was tanned thin by the sun and was as white as snow. Her eyelids moved as she was disturbed from her lazy afternoon nap. There was a bit of a charming nasal sound in her voice, "What's wrong?"
The little palace maid frowned, as if she had encountered a difficult matter again, bit her lower lip, and made a hesitant sound in embarrassment: "The people from the North have been sent again, but they are still evil. This time it is not only the North, The small dependent countries in the south and west also sent envoys..."
Asking to marry.
Jiang State is no longer the powerful dynasty it was when it was founded.
Now it is the setting sun that is slowly setting in the west.
When it is completely plunged into darkness, there is only endless danger.
The beauty of the little princess has been spread for a long time, and I don't know who deliberately spread the news. The rumored Princess Mingyi is as beautiful as a fairy. She was born with a jade in her mouth, and she was born with the destiny of a phoenix.
It was just last month that we beheaded a king who spoke out loudly.
Envoys seeking marriage are still flocking to her.
People inside and outside the Princess Palace are in panic. Everyone knows that if this continues, one will always have to choose, either this or that.
Being born into a royal family, there are many things you can't help yourself with.
The girl agreed, "Why are you worried? None of them are worthy of me."
Even so, the envoys were pressing harder and harder, and it was quite troublesome to deal with the matter.
The queen was not without ideas. She could just find someone to replace her identity, give her the title of princess, marry her off, and send those people away.
But the little princess didn't want to do this.
That kind of fire pit, whoever is pushed into it will become a fire pit.
Her Royal Highness the Princess coquettishly said unhappily: "But then I won't be the only little princess for you and your father! I don't want this."
The queen told her not to be willful with a cold face.
Her Royal Highness the Princess seemed to be very unruly: "I don't care, Jiang Country can only have me as the only princess. If I am not the only one, I might as well die."
The queen really had no choice but to give up the idea for the time being.
That evening, news came from the previous court.
Zhou Fuwei wants to marry her.
The marriage certificate of the forced marriage has been submitted to the imperial study room.
When the news came out, the envoys stopped thinking and did not continue to stay in the capital. They did not dare to fight Zhou Fuwei.
If it weren't for tonight's old dream.
In fact, Jiang Yue had almost forgotten this small matter. It seemed that she had not noticed at all at that time how the envoys who had been forcing her to marry had all given up overnight.
Was Zhou Fuwei helping her at that time?
But why?
At that time, the two had no grievances, but they had never met.
