The palace is full of joy. Today, Xuan Ningxuan is getting married again, or to a brothel girl.
In the evening, Xuanningxuan was going to hold a banquet in the garden, and Murong Jingwan was also asked to attend.
Murong Jingwan chose a white skirt, which was her favorite piece of clothing.
Putting on the white skirt, Murong Jingwan took off the gauze scarf on her face for the first time, and Murong Jingwan's face was reflected in the bronze mirror.
This is the first time Murong Jingwan has looked in the mirror. Ever since she put on the breastmilk, she has been afraid of looking in the mirror and the face in the mirror.
If it weren't for the palm-sized birthmark on her right cheek, the face in the mirror would definitely be stunning.
The birthmark was ugly and ferocious, but Murong Jingwan picked up the paintbrush and traced it carefully along the birthmark.
The birthmark on Murong Jingwan's face slowly disappeared under the brush, and a lifelike mandala bloomed on Murong Jingwan's face.
Murong Jingwan was very satisfied with her masterpiece and slowly stood up from the chair.
When I turned around, I heard a scream, "Miss Jingwan, what's your face?"
"Is it scary?" Murong Jingwan asked worriedly.
Xiaohuan immediately shook her head. The white skirt matched Murong Jingwan's temperament very well, and the charming mandala flower on her face was not ugly, but stunning.
"Oh, why did I forget? The banquet is about to start. Miss Jingwan, go quickly, otherwise the prince will get angry again." Xiaohuan said loudly and pushed Murong Jingwan to the door of the room.
When Murong Jingwan stepped out of the room, Xiaohuan suddenly realized that today was the prince's wedding and she could not wear white clothes.
Xiaohuan pulled Murong Jingwan's sleeve and said softly: "Miss Jingwan, are your clothes too plain? Today is the prince's wedding."
Murong Jingwan turned around, smiled at Xiaohuan and said, "The clothes I brought are all light-colored, except for the wedding dress."
Xiaohuan's eyes were dim. It had been almost two months since Murong Jingwan came to the palace, but Xuan Ningxuan had never rewarded Murong Jingwan, but only endless humiliation.
"Silly girl, why are you sad again?" Murong Jingwan sighed helplessly and patted Xiaohuan's shoulder gently.
"Miss Jingwan, you are a good person, you will definitely be happy." Xiaohuan raised her head and said seriously.
"Really? But I'm ugly." Murong Jingwan's eyes flashed with sadness, wondering how long she would have to wear this mask.
Xiaohuan shook her head, pointed at Murong Jingwan's heart and said, "Miss Jingwan's place is beautiful, very beautiful."
