She was truly glad at this mont that she had switched places with Miss Lu and was no longer sitting beside Yun Qian, otherwise she wouldn’t know how embarrassed she’d be inhaling Yun Qian’s scent up close.
Now, although Wen Li gave her a strange look, as long as she was given so ti, she could recover and return to being the carefree, charmingly unruly woman she was before.
"..."
Li Zhibai: "...?"
Keenly aware of Zhu Pingniang’s odd state, Li Zhibai was quite puzzled. She glanced at Zhu Pingniang’s ear lobes, which were slightly reddish, almost invisible amidst her dark hair, and couldn’t help but frown.
What’s up with Tong Jun?
Did she ntion so topic earlier that could make her blush?
Probably not...
After all, the re fact that Zhu Tongjun, a woman like her, could blush was already beyond Li Zhibai’s previous understanding of her.
However, Li Zhibai didn’t think too much of it.
Since Li Zhibai didn’t care, Yun Qian was even less concerned. Rather, the fact that Zhu Pingniang still had such thoughts under these circumstances only seed natural to Yun Qian, for if it were her husband’s original fate, it would be entirely reasonable to have feelings.
Facing soone she once had feelings for, yet now didn’t, Li Zhibai might actually be the anomaly, the woman Yun Qian needed to pay attention to, standing on the opposing side?
Yun Qian blinked, thought for a mont, then covered her face and yawned.
Indeed, she truly couldn’t bring herself to care about other won’s matters now, after all, at this ti, Miss Yun had also co to realize how difficult it was to make Xu Chang’an philandering.
In everything, just follow her heart, go with the flow, then... quietly have a daughter — this was Yun Qian’s current goal for herself.
Everything else had nothing to do with Miss Yun.
Miss Lu "...?"
She watched as Zhu Pingniang suddenly bent down, covering her face without speaking, her eyes slightly agitated.
Ms. Zhu, what new shaful thoughts have you conjured up this ti?
Miss Lu was all too familiar with this appearance of Zhu Pingniang... Every ti Ms. Zhu would act like a mature, alluring woman to discipline the maids, she’d always fall into this shaful state afterward.
She had seen it too many tis, which is why she thought her sister appeared worldly but was actually incredibly innocent.
However!!!!
Don’t ss up at a ti like this.
Now is the ti when you need to enliven the atmosphere...
The banquet table had fallen into a sowhat awkward silence — at least, Miss Lu found it awkward.
Earlier, she was a bit annoyed by Zhu Pingniang’s chattiness, but it wasn’t until Zhu Pingniang really fell into silence due to Li Zhibai’s change that Miss Lu realized... mingling with this group of won truly required soone like Zhu Pingniang to open up topics.
Otherwise...
Silent Li Zhibai.
Drowsy Yun Qian.
Wen Li, who always kept herself on the periphery.
This group of introverts sitting together...
Miss Lu’s eyes twitched slightly.
She had every reason to suspect that if no one initiated a topic among these people, they might just sit there all day without uttering a word.
At this mont, Miss Lu sighed lightly.
Suddenly feeling her sister Ms. Zhu was not having it easy either, and as a daughter, she shouldn’t have been bothered by Ms. Zhu’s chattiness, she was already trying hard.
’Sister, you’re having a hard ti too.’
At that mont, Miss Lu softly and gently held Zhu Pingniang’s hand, offering a little comfort to the ashad Zhu Pingniang.
Suddenly held, Zhu Pingniang blinked, then stared blankly at Miss Lu, and then — spat.
She didn’t need Lu’Er’s comfort.
This child was far too amorous, not only liking Xu Chang’an but also Yun Qian.
Zhu Pingniang gave Miss Lu a hard glare.
She might be worried that her own feelings for Chang’an were influenced by Lu’Er’s amorous nature; as the saying goes, proximity makes you similar — it must be entirely the daughter’s fault.
Miss Lu: "...???"
A question mark popped into her head, and she stared dazedly at her hand that had just been flung away, the echo of Zhu Pingniang’s spit still resonating in her mind, her eye corners twitching slightly.
Ingratitude...
To think, she had just mustered up the courage to try to liven up the silent atmosphere for Zhu Pingniang!
Ms. Zhu, you really are ungrateful!!!
Honestly.
She was angry now.
Miss Lu puffed up her cheeks and stubbornly decided not to speak anymore, and with another woman now clamming up, the already awkward atmosphere... beca even more awkward.
——
Below the stage.
Ah Qing, before going on stage, took a spur-of-the-mont decision to touch up her makeup one last ti, spending so ti doing it.
She had no choice, as she later realized performing a dance openly for that Miss Yun was, for her, perhaps a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity, so she had to do her best in every aspect.
And Young Master Xu...
Even though Ah Qing knew Xu Chang’an would at most glance at her and out of caution wouldn’t watch the dance further...
But knowing that Xu Chang’an would definitely give her at least one glance.
At least there’s one glance, isn’t there?
Even if she couldn’t get Xu Chang’an to pay attention, for that one glance at least, she still wanted to look the best... the most perfect... so she went to touch up her makeup at the last minute.
Ah Qing looked at herself in the mirror, and at that mont, she could feel the surprised and whispering glances from the girls behind her, and feel the astonished gazes focusing on her.
Was she... being a bit too ostentatious?
No, not ostentatious at all.
At the very least, leave a perfect impression on the Young Master.
Moreover, since she said she would integrate into the Flower Moon Building, then... in a brothel, what could draw a girl’s concern more than an almost perfect appearance?
In the past, because of the need to conceal her Half-Demon identity, she kept a low profile, but now... with this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity before her, Ah Qing certainly wouldn’t let it slip by, so at this mont... this was the first ti in the life of the one known as Ah Qing to fully showcase her feminine allure.
It should be known, whether during her girlhood or as the Demon Cult Lady she beca afterward, she had never truly acted in the capacity of a "woman", in so sense, she was similar to Li Zhibai, though with high status, she completely lacked feminine allure... in terms of feminine charm, Shi Qingjun, just by wearing a woman’s red dress, could overshadow the Sect Leader countless tis over.
Thus...
Ah Qing was indeed a little surprised at this mont.
After all, whether in her "past life" or "present life", she was trying for the first ti to adorn herself this way, regardless of her identity, it was her first ti indulgently displaying her female attributes and charm.
Ah Qing looked at herself in the mirror.
Now she thought... that even the maids who saw her most often, or even Shi Qingjun herself... wouldn’t dare recognize her.
"...Is that... Ah Qing?"
"Was she... always this pretty?"
"I don’t think so... I can’t even recognize her."
"Half-Demons... are they all this beautiful?"
The voices of puzzled, amazed won ca from behind, making Ah Qing feel it was natural, while also bringing an indescribable sense of shyness inside her.
Ah Qing still underestimated her impact on the girls of Flower Moon Building, as at this mont, so of the girls who previously had no interest in Ah Qing were now drawn to her scent, pointing and whispering about her from not too far away.
Had no choice, the contrast and disparity were just too great.
Sitting before the mirror now was no longer the forr demure and innocent Qingyi candidate, but an exceedingly glamorous woman, capable of easily capturing hearts, even emitting a faint fragrance of crabapple flowers.
In the mirror, what t the eye was an iconic, pretty face, with gleaming teeth and full lips, and eyes of light green that seed to ripple like heartbeats with ripples.
An intricate crabapple flower adornnt graced the center of Ah Qing’s forehead, her long black hair was coiled at the back, fringes of her hair hanging on her ears and half her cheeks, while a colored glass earring adorned her left ear, imbuing her with an extraordinary allure that was hard to look directly at.
At this mont, she was dressed in a red gauzy dress embroidered with gold threads, the petals embroidered on it seed to blossom splendidly upon her curvaceous figure.
A deliberately placed tear mole at the corner of her eye added to the overall picture, much like the touch of a dragonfly on water.
Who would believe that this glamorously beautiful woman in the mirror, stunning to the degree of a courtesan, was actually the one in control of all darkness below the Abyss Sea?
"..." Ah Qing let out a breath of clear air from her embroidered lips, then turned her gaze up to the banquet stage.
Even though she wasn’t clear on the situation above...
The atmosphere must be quite good, right?
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