Liu Mianmian had felt a slight itch on her face earlier, but she'd thought it was due to the season and the heat.
Her skin was somewhat sensitive, requiring extra care every spring.
Wearing a veil served two purposes: avoiding trouble and mitigating these issues.
Only now, as she prepared to eat, did she remove the veil.
Liu Zhi and Luliu's expressions turned grave. Liu Mianmian, identified amid the commotion, felt an unbearable itch spreading across her face and instinctively reached to scratch!
Liu Xinghe's face darkened as he stood to grab her wrist: "Don't scratch! If you tear it, you'll end up disfigured!"
"Keep an eye on your mistress!"
He barked at the two maids before storming over to the stall owner; his hand gripped the man's throat with unyielding ferocity as he demanded, "What did you put in this soup dumpling?"
Things had seemed fine before, but after eating, the change was undeniable—any normal person would suspect the food.
