The blonde girl wore no makeup at that moment, yet her bare face alone possessed beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms, a heavenly fragrance and national grace. Neither her looks nor her figure offered anything to fault.
With her slender fingertips, the blonde girl dabbed on pure white pearl powder, brushing it over her straight nose and snow-fair skin. Then she adorned her lips with crimson rouge and lightly traced her phoenix brows with an ink brush.
After carefully finishing her makeup, the blonde girl quietly studied herself in the mirror.
The girl could truly be described thus: a jade-fine nose stood straight beneath dark-painted brows, and skin fairer than snow reflected the morning sun.
Seeing her like this, the black-robed man could not help sighing. Only during this brief stretch of time could the young mistress be herself again.
A long while passed.
"What is it, Uncle Yu?" Qian Renxue finally turned to Snake Lance Douluo.
"Young mistress, there is new information about Jiang Che. I have finished compiling it all." Snake Lance Douluo presented a bundle of confidential scrolls with both hands.
Qian Renxue accepted the scrolls. "Uncle Yu, sorry for the trouble of having you come in person."
"It is my honor to be of help to you, young mistress." Snake Lance Douluo looked at her solemnly. "The affairs at the imperial palace weigh a thousand, ten thousand times more heavily than this errand of mine."
A trace of compassion showed in his eyes. Qian Renxue had spent so long disguised as Xue Qinghe that even the time she could spend being herself before a bronze mirror had become a luxury. That was why, despite being a Titled Douluo, he never interrupted her while she dressed and did her makeup.
Qian Renxue unfurled the scrolls and