Ji Qingwu sat before the bronze mirror, her expression serene as she let Lan Zhi do as she pleased, generously giving her free rein.
The drowsiness instantly vanished from Lan Zhi's mind.
She had once studied under a specialized makeup and hair teacher in the teaching room, and she had long been frustrated by the lack of opportunity to showcase her talent.
Just then, Ji Qingwu rested her chin on her hand and called softly, "Lan Zhi."
Lan Zhi tensed, clutching the wooden comb. "Fifth Missy, you promised to let me have free rein."
Ji Qingwu smiled at her. "I just wanted to remind you—make the makeup a bit more dramatic and glamorous."
Lan Zhi relaxed, but then grew suspicious. Usually, Fifth Missy disliked wearing makeup or powder. Today was completely out of character.
But this was a rare opportunity to style her as she wished, so Lan Zhi replied cheerfully, "It's true! The jewelry Mrs. Qiao sent over needs a glamorous look to match. That's the only way it will look its best."
