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"Nonsense!" Du Wanqing loudly retorted, "I don't believe it. My husband would never do such a thing. It must have been you, you vile woman, who brought this upon me. That's right, my husband even came. He has come to take me home."
Laughter laced with mockery came from the room, with Cuiya sneering, "Take you home? Why don't you look in the mirror and see what a fright you've become? If you step out of this house looking like that, you could scare someone to death. Our Miss is keeping you here for your own good; if you frightened innocent people, the sin would be great."
"You're talking nonsense, my... my beauty..." Du Wanqing frantically touched her face with both hands, as if she had gone mad.
"Mirror, I want a mirror. Bring me my bronze mirror; I want to see my face."
Cuiya laughed and said, "Alright, wait here; I'll go get your bronze mirror."
"Cuiya, that's enough," Miss Du interrupted her, stopping her.
