The emperor and empress will be impressed

Once Xia Lin was done with everything, Hua Jing looked at herself in front of the bronze mirror and sighed dramatically. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm this beautiful."

Xia Lin's lips twitched, and she laughed lightly. "You've always been very beautiful, young lady."

Hua Jing touched her face with an exaggerated sense of pride, tilting her head to admire her reflection. "That's what I'm seeing too," she replied. Her tone was neither humble nor modest. Instead, it carried a playful confidence that radiated from her expression.

Her reflection was striking—her smooth, delicate features framed by hair styled perfectly by Xia Lin's deft hands. She had a face that could inspire ballads, move mountains, and perhaps even start wars. It was the kind of beauty that demanded attention without even trying.

Xia Lin, watching her from the side, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Young lady, we need to hurry. The carriage will be here soon."