Xuemei came in to comb her hair, and she didn't use any rouge or make-up, as she was just observing and didn't care about such things.
"Mistress, I think you should stop using rouge in the future; it hides your natural beauty," Xuemei said with a smile.
But what she said was true. Her mistress was as beautiful as a lotus flower emerging from water, naturally and without any need for ornamentation.
"Why are you so sweet-talking today?" Lin Jiaojiao asked with a laugh.
Upon hearing this, Xuemei pretended to be unhappy, saying, "This is not flattery. I'm speaking the truth."
"Well, I'll believe you this time."
Who wouldn't be happy to be complimented?
After eating breakfast, they left Prince Manor.
In the carriage, Lin Jiaojiao sat beside Yan Sihan, holding his hand and playing with it like it was a jade ornament.
