"Boys, your Fifth Old Shen is back!"
Shen Tang flipped up from the bed in one fluid motion.
She was just about to bask in her triumph when a powerful wave of dizziness slammed into her brain, blackening her vision. Losing her balance, she landed hard on her backside atop the mattress. Fortunately, it was soft underneath; otherwise, her rear would have suffered. "Phew—how long was I lying down?"
Hadn't she let three-year-old Goodness temporarily take over her body?
Could it be that this little girl had agreed with her mouth but slacked off in practice?
Gossiping behind someone's back was liable to get one caught red-handed. Shen Tang had only just finished grumbling inwardly when three-year-old Goodness's voice came from the depths of her mind: [You Li always does what she promises others. Unlike you! She's eaten well and had fun these past few days.]
Shen Tang asked: [What about sleep?]
Three-year-old Goodness said: [Didn't sleep.]
Energetic You Li had no need for sleep.
Shen Tang: [...]
She let out a slight sigh of relief and rose to search the tent. At last, she felt her way to a bronze mirror. With just one glance, she nearly threw it away! The face in the mirror was dull and sallow, the eyes dry and dazed, the lips parched and peeling—she looked exactly like a goblin had sucked her dry of all vitality. Shen Tang stroked her cheeks in heartbreak. The skin beneath her palm was no longer as smooth and delicate as she remembered.
Her looks had dropped by at least fifteen points!
Shen Tang mourned, "How could you ruin my face like this!"
Didn't this overworked Sovereign rely on this face every day to replenish her motivation? She couldn't lose it, just as the West couldn't lose Jerusalem. "Your