The bride's face was pale as she looked at the blood flowing from the makeup artist's wrist and sneered, "There's no need to wonder. It's definitely those who don't want me to marry Beitang Qing, don't want his throne to be solidified, and don't want the Ou Family to continue expanding."
Ming Mei noticed that although her complexion was a bit pale, she was still quite calm, at least not screaming like others would.
Ming Mei said, "You're pretty composed."
The bride said, "Compared to you, this is nothing."
She walked over and joked with Ming Mei, "But... without a makeup artist, how do I go out?"
Ming Mei threw the blood-stained eyebrow razor into the trash and clapped her hands, "Do you trust me? I can do your makeup."
The bride did not hesitate at all, "Sure..."
Ming Mei nudged the person on the floor, "What about her?"
