“Mother, I should thank God for giving me such a good family. I’m just marrying into the Prince’s Mansion, which isn’t far from the General’s Mansion. I will come back to see you and Father often.”
Su Muyao, her eyes also red, chimed in, "Mother, my sister has only married into the Prince's Mansion. If you miss her, we can visit her there anytime."
"Mother, if you really can't bear to part with me, then I won't get married and will stay at home with you," Su Ruojin said, leaning against Madam Su.
Madam Su was amused by her daughter's words. What kind of bride would say she wouldn't get married when she was about to be married?
"What nonsense are you talking about, child? Hurry up and put on your makeup, your girlfriends will be coming to help you with your makeup in a little while."
The most skilled makeup artist in the capital was already waiting nearby. Upon hearing Madam Su's words, she prepared to apply makeup to Su Ruojin.
Just then, a maid came to report, "Madam, Eldest Miss, Second Miss, there is a lady surnamed Luo outside who says she is an old acquaintance of the Eldest Miss and wants to come and do her makeup."
Madam Su was taken aback. "Madam Luo, who is she?"
Su Ruojin was also stunned. Lady Luo?
It's Master San!
Why didn't her third master mention this to her?
"Mother, she is my master."
Xiao Jin's master?
Madam Su had heard Xiao Jin mention that she had several masters, so she quickly said, "Please invite her in!"
Luo Meiniang, dressed in red, walked in and said, "Greetings, Madam Su."
Madam Su quickly pulled Luo Meiniang back, "You are Xiao Jin's master, we are all family, there's no need for such formalities."
Luo Meiniang didn't say much, and walked up to Su Ruojin, "Little Jin, your third master will do your makeup."
Su Ruojin felt a little sore; she never expected that her third master would come to do her makeup.
All those words could be summed up in one sentence: "Thank you, Third Master."
Luo Meiniang, once a renowned dance enchantress of the Great Chu, possessed a dance skill that left an unforgettable impression on all who witnessed her performance.
A skilled dancer is naturally skilled at makeup.
After Luo Meiniang finished the last stroke, everyone stared in disbelief at Su Ruojin's appearance.
The woman before him had skin as smooth as jade and eyebrows lightly painted. Compared to the delicate beauty of other women, she possessed an unusual air of heroism.
Her bright eyes were framed by delicately curled eyelashes like butterfly wings, and a gold floral decoration adorned the corners of her eyes, adding a touch of charm.
A light sweep of rouge across her cheeks added a touch of delicate blush to her fair skin.
Her lips were lightly tinged with cherry red, not too intense, not too faint, just right.
Then, Luo Meiniang gently tied Su Ruojin's long, flowing black hair into a bun at the back of her head and put an eight-tailed golden phoenix crown inlaid with seven-colored gemstones on her head.
Everyone knows that Su Ruojin is naturally beautiful, and even without makeup, few can compare to her when she stands casually.
Unexpectedly, Luo Meiniang's skillful styling made her beauty even more striking, enough to make her unforgettable at first glance.
Not to mention the men, even the women present felt no jealousy upon seeing this face; they only wanted to cherish this beauty.
Su Ruojin looked at herself in the mirror and was somewhat shocked. Her third master had shown her beauty to the fullest extent; no one else could have achieved this level.
The Third Master wants her to have the most beautiful makeup for her wedding.
"Thank you, Third Master," Su Ruojin said again.
Luo Meiniang looked at Su Ruojin with a gentle expression and gently reached out to smooth a stray strand of hair for her.
The child I used to chase after to practice dancing and learn embroidery, and who used to run away from home, has grown up.
Thinking of Su Ruojin when she was six years old, pitifully stretching out her ten fingers, which were covered in needle pricks, she looked at her and said aggrievedly, "Third Master, my hands are swollen."
Luo Meiniang's nose also felt a little sore.
She took a deep breath, took a small box from her bosom, and handed it to Su Ruojin, saying, "Third Master doesn't have anything good, so I'll give this to you."
Su Ruojin took the small box, opened it, and her pupils contracted slightly.
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