In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
Xianglan Pavilion, Class 103.
An eight-year-old girl dressed in a red embroidered long skirt, with long, slender eyebrows, a cherry red mouth, and eyes filled with a clear and gentle spring water gaze, wore a gauze veil with cloud patterns, giving off a mysterious impression, sat properly on a brown-red lacquered desk and chair.
She was Liu Qingxi.
Having taken medicine prescribed by an old physician, abstained from certain foods, and applied the expensive Jade Beauty Cream from the Liu Mansion, the injuries on her face were no longer a big issue, but some small bruises still lingered, ultimately not pleasant.
Thus, she donned a veil with cloud patterns, gently and elegantly, leaving her vaguely obscured yet aesthetically pleasing.
A few days ago, the matter of Shen Chen, the Ye Mansion's servant, being chosen as the State Preceptor's disciple, although several days have passed, still left a residual glow.
