The Ten Perfect Woman came in front of Gu Jiao, opened the small vanity box she brought, and said gently to Gu Jiao, "Let me call you Jiaojiao, just as your mother does."
"Alright," Gu Jiao replied.
The Ten Perfect Woman chuckled, "Before styling your hair, I’ll first thread your face."
"What is threading?" She had only heard of capturing bandits.
"It’s this. The first time might feel a bit unfamiliar," the Ten Perfect Woman’s voice was very gentle, instantly making one feel at ease.
She took out a long, white thread, twisted it with her left hand, wrapped it around her right hand a few times, then stretched out the loop, and started threading up and down on Gu Jiao’s face.
Gu Jiao felt a sharp pain!
The little tuft of hair on top of her head stood upright!
Turns out, you’re just plucking my hairs...
Yao Family was initially very upset, but seeing Gu Jiao looking dumbfounded, couldn’t resist bursting into laughter.
Hei Fengqi, the fearless little commander who never blinked while killing enemies, was being pinned in a chair to have her hairs plucked one day.
Who would believe it?
Gu Jiao surrendered her soul and let the Ten Perfect Woman thread her little face over and over.
The Ten Perfect Woman enjoyed her, so she threaded a few extra rounds.
Just as threading was finished, Room Madam arrived with a steaming food box from the Kitchen.
"Madam, Miss," she greeted with a smile.
Yao Family asked, "So soon? Weren’t you just going?"
Room Madam replied with a smile, "The Anguo Duke had ordered the servants to prepare ahead of time." After a pause, she whispered to Yao Family, "The servants said the Anguo Duke didn’t sleep all night."
Yao Family sighed, "He truly cares for Jiaojiao."
Room Madam said, "Miss deserves it."
Initially, she was worried that Miss’s heart was too cold for the Madam to warm up, but later realized Miss’s temperament might be cold, yet her emotions are genuine and pure. When she cares for someone, it’s wholeheartedly.
"Mom, mom."
Gu Xiaobao woke up and was brought in by Mandarin Ducks.
He was originally looking for his mom, but caught sight of Gu Jiao in the copper mirror.
His round, black eyes widened in disbelief.
He twisted his little body away from Mandarin Ducks’ embrace and circled in front of Gu Jiao, raising his head to carefully scrutinize Gu Jiao.
"Huh?" He spread his little hands, gesturing, "Gone."
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