The maids had no idea how many screens they'd hauled over. Every one of them was **panting with exhaustion, yet they still couldn't satisfy their mistress.
Luo Ningcha frowned as she inspected them. "This one won't do. Who came up with this idea? When the guests arrive, will they be looking at me or at the women painted on the screen?"
The screen showed an ordinary scene of ladies enjoying a spring outing. One maid had served her mistress for years and was so tired she finally dared to speak up. "Once you appear, my lady, every woman in the world will lose her color. What's more, this is only a painting..."
Luo Ningcha casually hurled her teacup. Years of practice had served her well: it struck the maid squarely in the forehead. The cup shattered, and blood ran down with the hot water and tea leaves.
"Spare me, my lady!" The maid hurriedly fell to her knees. She knew she probably wouldn't die, but begging for mercy on her knees was standard procedure. Only then would her mistress be pleased.
Luo Ningcha had already forgotten the maid. Looking at the screen, she said, "Mm... Go find one at once. The gauze kind, semi-transparent, so they can see my silhouette but not too clearly. A hazy, indistinct outline. No other women are allowed on the screen. Do you hear me?"
Luo Ningcha's tone turned stern. The maids hurriedly agreed, carried the screen out of the tent, and handed it to the Iron Mountain soldiers waiting outside. Then they went to nearby tents to look for a suitable replacement.
At last, the new screen satisfied their mistress somewhat. There was only one problem: it was a four-panel folding screen, with too many frames that might obstruct her beautiful silhouette. So she