Because the bronze mirrors of ancient times were somewhat blurry, obscuring many truths, let alone in the hazy reflection, the heavily made-up face appeared, at first glance, truly to be the most dazzling among beauties. It's no wonder Mo Xiuzhi, caressing her own face, was full of self-admiration and paid no heed to Madam Ruan's advice.
In fact, the makeup was ghastly.
Madam Ruan, considering her daughter's feelings, simply did not say it outright.
"Enough, enough, Mother, please go out. In a little while, when the time comes, the General will send someone to fetch me."
Mo Xiuzhi impatiently pushed Madam Ruan towards the door.
"It's still not even light out yet, the time is still early."
