In the bronze mirror, an astonishingly beautiful young woman appeared, carrying an air of nobility mixed with a hint of coldness, like a sacred and untouchable fairy.
"Young Miss, you are truly beautiful."
Zi Xia had just finished applying makeup for the Young Miss and smiled at Xuexue in the bronze mirror.
Today is the Young Miss's wedding, the first time she wore heavy makeup. Normally, she already outshines everyone with her natural beauty, and who would have thought that just applying some makeup today made her look like a completely different person, like a fairy descending to earth from the heavens, breathtakingly beautiful and astonishingly divine.
"Alas! It's such a pity that you have to marry the War Prince." Zi Xia continued to mutter to herself, her tone filled with indignation: "The Old Master, for the sake of saving the Little Young Master, disregarded the Young Miss's happiness and forced her to marry a man on the brink of death, really outrageous."
