Second, pay attention to diet. Spicy food is out; eat more bland things.
Third, maintain regular sleep to prevent hormonal imbalance causing acne.
Finally, find a way to solve this pimple right now!
Under Ouyang Zichen’s supervision, the “Peerless Beauty Cultivation Plan: Acne Strategy” began!
Day One: “I can’t get up. I’ll start tomorrow. I haven’t rested enough.” I wave my hand at Ouyang Zichen.
Day Two: “Go away, such good food! If I don’t eat more, I’m letting myself down! We’ll talk tomorrow.” I ignore him and continue eating.
Day Three: “Xiao Yin Yin, let me tell you…” I continue happily talking, ignoring Feng Qingyin falling asleep.
Day Four: “Ah—Dad—Mom—No—So many have appeared!” I was scared and fell off the stool.
“Oh, the cat has suddenly grown so many pimples! The little beauty is turning into a little clown,” Ouyang Zichen teased, touching my face.
This is advanced oil-rubbing.
I angrily turned away, imagining my face full of pimples. NO!!! I’d rather die than look like that!
“I… I can’t live anymore… don’t stop me… I’ll just go commit suicide!” I grabbed Ouyang Zichen’s arm dramatically.
“Was I stopping you?” he raised both hands, unhelpfully.
“Can’t you play along?” I got up, dusted myself off, and went to find Xiao Yin. He’s so good, he definitely won’t mock me.
Feng Qingyin gazed at me, gently stroking my face and touching my pimples. “How do you feel?”
“Yes,” I said, “Someone is touching my forehead.”
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes. “I mean, does it hurt?”
“Oh, not much.” Little Qingyin was scolding me. I won’t invite her to good food next time, hmph.
After a moment, she said, “Seems like just a rash from environmental adaptation.”
And then? My acne-fighting plan just fizzled out.
Ah, the troubles of a beautiful young girl are endless.
“What are you doing?” I suddenly jumped out, startling the two people talking in the pavilion.
The woman in blue clothing resembled a young maidservant, her dress embroidered with purple orchids, hair in double buns, facing away from me. Startled, she suddenly pushed away Zi Chen and ran off.
Ouyang Zi Chen, bewildered, walked towards me with a smile: “Did my cat miss me and come looking for me?”
I ignored him and walked away angrily. Damn Zi Chen! I hate you the most!
This left Ouyang Zi Chen puzzled, wondering what he had said wrong. He had never experienced affection before, having killed any creature that approached him. He pondered the meaning of “liking,” reflecting on how he eagerly wanted to see the cat and felt happy for her smile.
— Contemplating the meaning of “liking” —
I looked at the dense crowd of refugees with a dark expression, slapping my forehead in frustration. Damn, they’re treating me like a Taoist priest from Maoshan! Even a Taoist priest couldn’t bring the dead back to life!
“Madam, if you want to save your son, you’ve come to the wrong place. Turn left ahead for the medical clinic.”
“A living immortal can’t conjure up money for you! If you have hands and feet, go work instead of begging!”
“If the illness is terminal, you should go home and fulfill your filial duties rather than waste time here.”
“If he’s dead, turn right towards the east of the city, to the coffin shop. Got it?”
Ouyang Zichen walked out from behind me, smiling subtly while dismissing them.
Seeing the scene of people staring in amazement, I suddenly became furious, grabbed Ouyang Zichen, and rushed back into the mansion, my mind burning with four words: Attracting moths and butterflies!
“What’s wrong, Cat?” Ouyang Zichen asked, looking at my changing expression with confusion.
“Ouyang Zichen, I hate you!” I stomped my foot and ran away, leaving behind a bewildered Ouyang Zichen, wondering what he had said wrong.
Since that day in the pavilion when the little maid admitted she liked him, I hadn’t liked him, always getting angry at the sight of him. Why? Human emotions are so annoying…
—————My bloody dividing line—————
Watching the busy servants, my scalp suddenly went numb: Something’s wrong! I rushed forward, seeing two servants carrying something wrapped in a straw mat towards the mansion exit.
“What happened?” I swallowed, feeling an ominous premonition.
Feng Qingyin patted my shoulder. When I looked up and met his eyes, my unease calmed.
A maid in plain clothes, her eyes red, choked out, “Water Sleeve…” She seemed close to the girl named Water Sleeve.
“Water Sleeve?” My heart jumped, pushing people aside to lift the straw mat.
Inside lay a blue shirt embroidered with purple orchids, stained with blood. The clothes were undamaged, with no weapon or wounds visible. It appeared she suffered an internal injury, her heart meridian shattered by a single palm force, causing a quick death.
I pursed my lips, knowing that someone capable of such a blow, causing instant death without a sound, was likely one of only three people.
Then I looked at Ouyang Zichen, who was tending to flowers in the backyard.
“Was it you…” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Hmm?” Ouyang Zichen turned back, joyfully standing, “Cat?”
“That maid, she—” I glanced at him in the sunlight, resembling a holy angel, unable to reconcile his demeanor with such cruelty.
I refused to believe it! Little Purple might be cold-blooded, but he’s been acting well recently!
Gentle and courteous, humble and respectful, always smiling, winning the favor of everyone from 80-year-old women to 3-year-old girls, and even all female animals.
I looked at Ouyang Zichen with hopeful eyes, hoping he would deny it.
Ouyang Zichen moved closer, softly laughing: “Yes. Didn’t like her. Cat didn’t like her either, right?”
I trembled: He actually did it!
A sense of powerlessness spread through me, and I fell backward. Feng Qingyin, who had been silent, reached out to support me.
He was no different from that previous demon! I thought that by keeping him by my side and trying to reform him, he would improve. But no—
“You, you leave! Go far away, and don’t let me see you again!” I clenched my fist, shouting uncontrollably. How could he—
“You—” Ouyang Zichen looked at me in disbelief.
“Leave!” I pushed him out, knowing he was cold-blooded. Seeing a living person die before your eyes is devastating!
Ouyang Zichen’s throat trembled as he took deep breaths to calm himself: “You—really want me to go?”
I nodded. Go, so no more innocent people will die.
With a whoosh, everything remained the same. Flowers still bloomed in the sunlight, birds still sang happily, but that purple figure was gone.
I collapsed powerlessly: Did he really leave?
Will that purple shadow ultimately fade from my life?
“What did you say?” My voice rose sharply. How could Xiao Zizi not want me? I’ll hit! I’ll beat! I’ll kick! I’ll punch! I’ll stomp! I’ll smash! … (It’s purely a misunderstanding; you didn’t even ask, and they just casually responded!)
“Young Miss, the master requests your presence.” A servant arrived, saving Feng Qingyin from under the pillow in my hand.
I tossed aside the pillow and rushed to the mirror. Am I not a total beauty? Oh no, I’m here to check my neatness. Alas, I can’t help but admire myself in the mirror.
After ensuring not a single hair was out of place, I followed the servant to the front hall.
My old man is just an old-fashioned fossil who would scold you for a wrinkle in your clothes, not to mention lectures about not showing teeth when laughing. Because of this, I’ve developed the habit of carrying a handkerchief—truly for covering my white teeth when laughing!
“Ahem, Father, you called for me? What important matter do you have?
“This is the ‘ancient Chinese’ I learned over fifteen years—truly awkward!”
“Ahem…” Father coughed uncomfortably. “The Emperor has heard you’ve returned and sent an envoy to summon you to the palace.”
