Putting on an Act-I'm a Professional!

"Su Daji" gently stroked her cheek as she gazed into the bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror had skin whiter than snow and features as beautiful as a painting.

She raised her hand and slowly inserted a golden hairpin into her bun.

This face, this body, were indeed quite useful.

These past few days, she had settled into life at the residence with ease.

The servants, that foolish older brother of hers,

and that dignified father who doted on his daughter to an absurd degree beneath the stern exterior—all of them had been completely fooled by her obedient, delicate appearance.

"Miss, the Marquis has sent word for you and the Heir to dine in the main hall."

A maid's respectful voice came from outside the door.

"Understood."

"Su Daji" answered, then took one last look at herself in the mirror. A perfectly measured, gentle smile appeared on her face.

The bewitching aura throughout her body instantly sank into her bones, leaving behind only the air of a refined young lady.

She rose and pushed open the door.

Putting on an act was her profession.

The front hall.

Marquis of Ji Su Hu sat upright in the seat of honor, his battle-hardened face filled with murderous severity.

Su Quanzhong strode into the hall, carrying the sharp vigor of youth.

"Father."

He clasped his fists in greeting, casually pulled out a chair, sat down, grabbed the teacup on the table, and gulped down a large mouthful.

Su Hu glared at him.

"Have you no manners?"

Su Quanzhong chuckled and set down the teacup.

"Training the troops has been exhausting these past few days. I was terribly thirsty."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light, graceful set of footsteps approached.

"Su Daji" entered the hall with measured elegance.

Today, she