Su Huaiyue held a small jade spoon, gently scooped up a little scar-removing cream, and applied it evenly on the princess's cheek. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she was carving a precious work of art.

After applying the product, she gently massaged it with her fingertips to help the skin absorb it. Every movement revealed her concentration and care.

The princess looked at the bronze mirror, tilted her head slightly, and turned it gently, carefully examining her cheeks from different angles.

The demon-like scars that once existed had disappeared, replaced by extremely fair and delicate skin that seemed to be as white as a baby's. Under the reflection of the light, it had a pearly luster, as if it could transmit light.

The skin was as delicate as fine silk, without a single flaw, and even the smallest pores were hidden.

Su Huaiyue stood aside, her eyes full of sincerity and admiration, and she praised sincerely, "Girl, your face is so beautiful now! Look at your skin, it's as white as the purest first snow in winter, without a trace of impurities, and it has a healthy rosy glow, just like the morning glow on the horizon, radiant and dazzling.

"And your skin must be incredibly smooth to the touch, like top-grade mutton-fat jade, soft and delicate. If you walk down the street now, you'll definitely get lots of attention. I'm afraid those young men would be dazzled when they see you!"

As Su Huaiyue spoke, she gestured gently with her hands, her eyes flashing with excitement.

When the princess heard this, her eyebrows curved, the corners of her mouth raised high, revealing a brilliant smile. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving.

She said happily, "Thanks to your amazing scar cream, the results are so good. I was worried before that the marks wouldn't go away, but now they're gone. When I return to the capital, I'll make sure all the sisters know about the beauty pavilion and share your goodies with them. Then everyone will come to you, and your business will definitely be more prosperous!"

The two of them had a great conversation, chatting back and forth, their laughter echoing in the house.

That afternoon, the sun shone warmly on the streets, and the breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of spring tenderness.

Wei Che was bored and suddenly remembered that Su Huaiyue liked to eat pastries from the shop on the corner, so he planned to go out and buy some.

When they were about to reach Meiyan Pavilion, Wei Che thought to himself that since it was a rare opportunity for him to come out, he might as well ask Su Huaiyue if there was anything else she needed to bring.

So he quickened his pace and soon arrived at the door of Su Huaiyue's room in Meiyan Pavilion.

Before he even entered the room, he heard the voices of Su Huaiyue and another person talking inside the house.

Wei Che has always been polite. When he heard someone inside, he stood quietly outside the door waiting and did not rush in to disturb them.

He stood at the door, his hands behind his back, his eyes casually looking around.

The willow trees along the street had sprouted new green buds, their slender branches swaying gently in the wind, like nature's dancing paintbrushes. Occasionally, a few birds would take off from the branches, chirping as if telling the story of spring.

After a while, the conversation in the room gradually stopped, and Wei Che knew that Su Huaiyue might be sending the guests away.

Sure enough, not long after, the door was slowly opened with a creaky sound, and Su Huaiyue's figure appeared at the door.

At this moment, another person's voice was heard in the house. Although the voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by Wei Che.

Wei Che's heart suddenly moved, and the voice was like an electric current, instantly hitting his heartstrings.

The voice seemed familiar, so familiar that it made his thoughts drift away involuntarily.

He tried hard to recall, and many images flashed through his mind.

The voice seemed to come from the distant past, carrying a hint of childhood innocence and warmth.

His eyes became a little blurry, as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to those carefree days.

He seemed to see a small figure following behind him, calling his name in a baby voice.

Wei Che couldn't help but clench his fists and frowned slightly.

He was eager to know who the owner of this voice was.

So he raised his head slightly, staring intently at the door, waiting for that person to appear, wanting to unravel the mystery in his heart.

Wei Che looked up expectantly, only to see a veiled woman walking out of the Beauty Pavilion.

She has a graceful figure and light steps, and every step she takes is filled with innate elegance.

The veil was made of light gauze, vaguely covering her face, but adding a touch of mystery.

Just the pair of eyes exposed made Wei Che feel familiar.

Those eyes were like a clear lake, bright and lively, with agility and intelligence revealed in the movement of their eyes.

At that moment, Wei Che felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had seen these eyes countless times in the depths of his memory. However, for a moment, he was not sure who the person in front of him was.

The moment the princess saw Wei Che, she was also stunned. Her originally calm expression froze instantly and she stared at him blankly.

A hint of surprise first flashed in her eyes, and then was replaced by deep joy. Her lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

She just stood there quietly, her eyes fixed on Wei Che, as if everything around her had ceased to exist and the only thing left in the world was the familiar figure in front of her.

The familiar features brought Wei Che's thoughts back to many years ago.

At that time, he was still a young man full of vigor and vitality, and often practiced swordplay and gunplay in the family courtyard.

And in the corner of the courtyard, there was always a small figure secretly watching him.

She was a ten-year-old girl with a petite figure, a round and cute face, and a pair of big eyes that were always timid, yet full of admiration for him.

The little girl always liked to follow him timidly, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off.

Whenever he stopped to rest, the little girl would come up to him and call him "Brother Wei Er" in a soft voice.

Wei Che couldn't help but smile slightly and greeted politely: "Princess Fu Ru, long time no see."

Surprise flashed in the princess' eyes, and she responded excitedly. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly lifted her veil, revealing a sweet smile, like a flower blooming in spring.

When Su Huaiyue heard the word "princess", her smiling face froze for a moment, her eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

She had never imagined that the woman she was chatting with was actually a princess of noble status. After a brief moment of shock, she quickly realized that in the ancient times with strict social classes, meeting the royal family required great courtesy.

She bowed slightly, her skirt swaying gently as she moved. She walked gracefully to the side, slowly knelt and saluted, lowering her head slightly. Her tone was respectful: "I, Su Huaiyue, greet Her Highness the Princess. I apologize for any offense I have caused you. I hope the Princess will forgive me."