Song Yunzhao thought for a moment. "That's fine."
That single-spiral bun was a hairstyle that demanded a certain face shape. Hers could pull it off, but for anyone with a less-than-perfect facial structure, it would be a disaster. It just wouldn't look good.
Xiangxue quickly finished styling the bun and adorned it with hairpins. Song Yunzhao took one look in the mirror and was quite satisfied.
Xiangxue then began her lady's makeup. It wasn't wise to apply too much powder in such hot weather. Fortunately, her lady's complexion was fair, so she only needed a light dusting. Xiangxue carefully defined the peaks of her brows, lightly swept her cheeks with a custom-blended peach blossom powder, and finished by applying rouge to her lips.
Song Yunzhao was more than just satisfied. 'So many people would kill for Xiangxue's deft hands,' she thought. 'Her aesthetic sense is spot on, and she can even innovate after learning from me. That's truly remarkable.'
