Su Chen thought of the cold and sarcastic CEO from back then, and then thought of her foolish son who bullied others... It was funny to think about it.
[Host, shall we set off now?]
"Let's go." She couldn't wait to see Song Ming make a fool of himself.
As soon as Su Chen woke up, she felt something was wrong; her head was fuzzy and she couldn't open her eyes.
"What's wrong with the system?"
[Report: The original owner's body still retains a lingering incense fragrance; its effects will dissipate in one hour.]
"Who sent this?" Su Chen was extremely surprised as soon as she opened her mouth. Why was she emphasizing this when she spoke?
[I can't tell the host about that. By the way, this system has given you a "context integration" function, allowing you to speak like a normal person. After all, this is ancient times. If you still speak like a modern person, I reckon the people in town won't talk about it, and your in-laws will think you've gone mad.]
"Thank you." Su Chen suspected that the system had given her a function to stop her from talking too much.
[Host, you would be much more ladylike if you spoke less, especially considering your appearance in this world.]
Su Chen felt that what the system said was strange, so she quickly went to the bronze mirror to check her reflection.
What she saw next shocked her so much that her eyes almost popped out.
Her face was deathly pale, her eyebrows so thin they looked like noodles glued to her skin, and her lips, which should have been luscious and vibrant, were instead made to look as if they were dripping blood by the cinnabar dab on her face. She was still wearing a pure white undergarment...
In short... her overall appearance was very similar to Piaopiao's, and Su Chen was so frightened after seeing it that she almost smashed the bronze mirror.
"Are you a demon?" Su Chen asked angrily.
[They're all human, how can they be demons? Try wiping your face with your hand and see.]
Su Chen wiped her face as instructed, and when she looked down, it was covered in white powder.
"What is this?" Flour?
[It really is flour. It's made by grinding millet into powder, fermenting it, washing it, and then drying it. You should be glad that what's on your face isn't lead powder!]
"And lead powder?" They're putting heavy metals on their faces.
That's right. Lead powder has a whitening effect, similar to modern foundation, but long-term use can have side effects. Lead irritates the skin, and after a period of time, the skin will become sallow and may even develop spots.
"My goodness!" Su Chen exclaimed in surprise.
The system paused for two seconds. [Hearing you talk like that is really uncomfortable. I'll cancel it for you.] He clearly felt this function wasn't very good; his speech was a bit incoherent.
While he was distracted, Su Chen quickly poured some water into the copper basin and then... rubbed her face.
[Host, that's your face, not a wall. Don't rub it so hard, you're damaging the stratum corneum!]
"The system is amazing, you even know this?" Su Chen patted her slightly red (rubbed red) face.
Shh, someone's coming, I'm using my shield.
"Young mistress, today..." The person who came was wearing a light pink jacket and beige skirt and pants, with her hair tied in two buns. Her face was rosy and still had some baby fat, making her very cute.
At this moment, her cute face was full of fear, and she almost knocked over the bowl and chopsticks in her hand.
"Young Madam, what happened to your... what happened to your face?"
"My face?" Could it be that the original owner applied such a thick layer of powder to cover up some kind of flaw?
Su Chen hurriedly ran to the bronze mirror from before.
It's nothing... Her face is quite plain, surprisingly quite pretty and gentle.
It's a hundred times better than that awful sight from before.
"Young Madam, are you sick today? Why aren't you wearing makeup? You used to wear makeup every single day! You never missed a day."
I still remember a few months ago when the young mistress caught a cold and had a fever, and they even asked me to help her up to apply powder!
What's wrong with me today...?
It must be a very serious illness! It must be!
"Young Madam, please sit still. I'll go fetch a doctor for you. Please don't move..."
"Hey..." Su Chen had only raised her hand halfway when she had already disappeared.
Why is this girl so reckless? She's only not wearing makeup, and she's already so frightened.
"System, the person has left."
[Ahem.]
"Why are you still avoiding people now?"
I'm just afraid that when you're thinking about me, you might accidentally say it out loud.
"Wow, how thoughtful. By the way, what about the original owner's memories?"
It's nothing really. Do you want a text description or to send it directly?
"Huh? There's a text description option? Didn't we always just send it directly before?"
[Wasn't this when you first accepted the mission? To help you better and more directly understand the original owner, directly transferring memories was the best option. It can also help you adapt to the original owner's world, isn't that great?]
"Then I'll choose text." Every time I directly transfer memories, I have to walk around while transferring them, and sometimes the signal is bad.
[Memory: I was born into a relatively wealthy family in Yong'an Town. My mother was three years older than my father, and we were a good match in terms of social standing. The two of us treated each other with respect.]
I believe that all married couples should treat each other like parents.
When I reached a certain age, my parents found me a suitable match from the Qian family.
Perhaps because I was the only daughter in the family (besides my older and younger brothers), my parents treated me quite well. Even when it came to marriage, before the engagement, they drew portraits of several eligible men for me to choose from.
Among four or five portraits, I immediately spotted him—Young Master Qian.
He was so handsome, with an air of refinement and scholarly elegance in his features; he must have been a scholar.
I admire scholars. My parents didn't let me read too many books, only "Admonitions for Women". I learned to read so that I wouldn't be illiterate. I can write my own name.
If I marry this Mr. Qian, he'll surely teach me to read and write... Even if he doesn't teach me, just watching him read and write while I grind ink beside him would be fine.
I was filled with joy as I prepared my wedding dress for the upcoming wedding date.
Wearing it on my wedding day, seeing that every stitch was my own creation, I felt a great sense of accomplishment, and it also let my husband know that I was very good at needlework.
With this mindset, I didn't even feel pain when they threaded my hair on my wedding day. You know, I'm usually quite delicate and afraid of pain.
Finally, Mr. Qian... no, my husband, came to pick me up. Even though I couldn't see anything along the way, my heart was filled with joy. I was just laughing like an idiot, oblivious to everything else.
Kicking the feet, bright red wedding silk, bowing to the ancestors, entering the bridal chamber.
But I've been sitting here for an hour, why hasn't the groom arrived yet? My neck is so sore.
The old nanny opened the door and said, "Young mistress, the young master said he'll be staying in the study tonight and won't be coming."
Why? To study? Sure... but this is a once-in-a-lifetime wedding night, can't we really wait?
The next day, my mother-in-law found out and was furious. She wanted to scold my husband, but I stopped her.
I think my husband works so hard on his studies, so I'll bring him some soup.
But... why didn't he drink it even after it was broken? Why did he say he liked another woman? Why did he say he didn't marry her?
Why……】
After reading it, Su Chen took a long time to calm down. All she could think was... the original owner was really too stupid.
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