Chief stylist Jiang Zhixia wore it and became the freshly minted Queen of the Cold Palace. System: None. Goldfinger: None. Good news: He is still alive at least, and the cold palace is big and quiet enough. Bad news: The beginning is hell, with palace people stepping on you, concubines laughing, and not even a shadow of the dog emperor. Looking at his sallow face in the mirror, and then at the "colleagues" in this cold palace who have lost their luster due to the hardships of life, the DNA of former gold medal producer Jiang Zhixia moved. Competing for favor? Involution? Doesn't exist. How can a man have a good career? She decided to hold an unprecedented top women's team talent show in this majestic imperial city! "Are you disliked for your outdated dance moves? Come and learn the basics of ballet, jazz, and modern dance to ensure that you become the most beautiful dancer in the Sixth Palace!" "You said you have a thin voice and can't be on stage? Sister, that's your unique electronic voice! Come on, memorize the lyrics of this rap song!" "Appearance anxiety? Body anxiety? Non-existent! Smoky makeup, mermaid girl, BM style, Y2K... As long as I take action, a useless concubine can become a witch!" As a result, the painting style of the Daqing Dynasty began to deviate. The cold palace no longer howled like ghosts and wolves, but instead came the uniform "one two three four". The concubines no longer shed tears, but are scrambling to get the C position and part of the lyrics. They wore the wildest makeup, sang the hottest songs, and sparkled on the homemade stage. Until that performance that shocked the capital, Emperor Xiao Yan, who was supposed to be reviewing the memorial, accidentally got mixed up in the crowd.
