"Has it been a while since we last saw Wu Ming?"
As Ye Qingxian combed my hair, she searched for something to talk about by my ear. Junior Sister was now nurturing a pregnancy; her mood was the most important thing. It was perfectly normal that she couldn't think of so many topics. As the Senior Sister, how could she have nothing to say to Xiaoyao and let the atmosphere turn cold?
I picked up a mirror and examined the hairstyle Ye Qingxian had tied for me. Instinctively, I wanted to shake my head. It felt a little heavy. "I don't know. Everyone must have their own things to do, their own joys and sorrows. Why would they bother with a nobody like me? Maybe last time she was just saying it casually. I told you not to take it to heart, but you insisted on making me take it seriously."
I glanced at the mirror again. What was the point of putting on so many little ornaments? It felt as though my head had become countless times heavier. Ancient-style hairstyles were just comparatively more complicated.
Still.
It really did look good. My whole person seemed countless times more ethereal.
Just put on a beautiful immortal-style dress, and who would dare say I wasn't a fairy descended from heaven?
"I don't think so." Ye Qingxian disagreed with me. "I thought she was quite serious last time. It's just that you never believed her. Maybe she merely went to look for evidence. If you ask me, before long, some people may come flocking here by reputation again, hoping to submit beneath the glory of our Princess Xiaoyao."
"..."
I let out a faint sentence. "I can't argue with you."
"You know... I rarely oppose you, and I'd never argue with you.