Qingqiu Garden.
Inside the room.
Lady Chi sat in front of the copper mirror, with the veil on her face removed.
Looking at herself in the copper mirror, her eyes welled up, and large tears fell down.
The little maid Xique noticed her crying and leaned in for a closer look.
"Madam, the scars on your face seem to have faded a lot," the little maid said excitedly.
Lady Chi had scars on her face.
Usually, she didn't allow the maids to attend her grooming.
But Xique had served her for two years; living under the same roof, how could she not have seen the scars on Lady Chi's face?
There were six scars on her face, horrifying to behold.
The little maid could hardly imagine what kind of tragic experience she had in her youth to be injured like this.
After all, it was her face.
