Capítulo 1066: Chapter 847: The Mortal World (Part 3)

Ye Jiuyou breathed a sigh of relief. Without any other thoughts, she snatched the necklace and wore it herself. Zhao Changhe glanced regretfully at the back of her neck, hoping for once that a first-time wearer would struggle with fastening the clasp and need help. But Ye Jiuyou, being so capable, might as well have eyes in the back of her head; she fastened it in no time.

Zhao Changhe once again displayed that familiar auntie’s smile.

Ye Jiuyou angrily said, “What are you laughing at again?”

Zhao Changhe chuckled, “Are you carrying that mountain?”

Shopkeeper: “?”

The entire mountain face was the peak of the Soul Capturing Mirror given to Ye Jiuyou by Zhao Changhe. Ye Jiuyou used the Mustard Seed Sumeru Technique to shrink it down, stuffing it into a ring like a small mirror. Of course she carried it with her. Seeing Zhao Changhe asking, Ye Jiuyou understood what he meant, and with a scowl, she took it out for a look.

With just one glance, she saw her astonishment reflected in the mirror.

Unlike the vibrant green bracelet that made one lively, the ghostly blue on her neck accentuated a sense of tranquility and strangeness under her aura, amplifying her features exponentially.

Like a hidden water pond quietly emerged in the depths of darkness, with demonic flowers subtly blooming by the pond.

You could vaguely hear the old shopkeeper swallowing, and exclamations from several girls who just entered the shop: “Such a beautiful sister…”

Ye Jiuyou could swear she’d never received such compliments from others in thousands of years.

Even at the rouge and powder counter on the other side of the shop, an aunt was calling, “Miss, why not come over here to have a look? Makeup trial is free!”

In her daze, Ye Jiuyou was already being pushed by Zhao Changhe by the shoulder towards that side.

If they headed straight for makeup initially, Ye Jiuyou promised she would have turned around and left. But until this moment, being pressed to sit in front of the makeup mirror, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Ye Jiuyou had no idea what she was thinking.

The person in the mirror seemed somewhat unfamiliar.

The aunt was pleasantly applying powder for her, saying, “Miss, you are the most beautiful beauty I’ve ever seen. Your skin is truly enviable, hardly needing any makeup. But perhaps from poor eating habits, your face is too pale. Just a slight touch of pink will make it perfect…”

The girls observing behind were criticizing Zhao Changhe: “This gentleman, despite looking decent, how do you feed and clothe such a beautiful wife? Her face is so pale, and dressed so poorly… This sister is truly unlucky to have married someone like you!”

With a laugh, Zhao Changhe bowed politely, “It’s true; I need to feed her well.”

As he spoke, he personally took a piece of lip paper and brought it to Ye Jiuyou’s lips. Subconsciously, Ye Jiuyou puckered, and the bloodless lips in the mirror began to brighten, and her entire demeanor turned more radiant…

Ye Jiuyou looked somewhat disoriented at the mirror, inexplicably having a very unpleasant thought: This really looks like a mortician applying makeup for the deceased…

Others didn’t share her thoughts, clicking their tongues in admiration: “She’s truly stunning… Everyone says the world’s most beautiful woman is Tang Wanju, but I think this sister is just as beautiful, if not more?”

“Cough…” Zhao Changhe, always smiling, finally showed a trace of embarrassment, discreetly glancing at Ye Jiuyou’s expression.

Ye Jiuyou’s expression was indeed unpleasant. This was no time to hear the name of his other woman, which was downright awkward. Adding insult to injury is that someone like Tang Wanju probably didn’t even use rouge, naturally beautiful as she was, whereas Ye Jiuyou needed makeup to just compare.

Ye Jiuyou’s hazy mood was instantly wiped away, snorting softly through her nose.

And then a young girl voiced her protest: “Tang Wanju we’ve never met, who knows what she’s really like? I think she’s probably exaggerated, not comparable to this sister sitting right in front of us. Besides, this sister’s clothes are entirely black and plain; with a different outfit, she’d be even more beautiful. Clothes make the person…”

Ye Jiuyou internally agreed; even if Tang Wanju didn’t use makeup, she must have clothing adornments. What’s the big deal?

Someone else chimed in: “Makes sense, Tang Wanju is reportedly over thirty, there’s a limit to how good one can look at that age.”

Ye Jiuyou: “…”

What do you guys think my age is?

Irritated, she spoke up for the first time, “Zhao…Mr. Zhao, I want to buy clothes!”

Zhao Changhe laughed, “Happy to oblige.”

Ye Jiuyou looked at herself in the mirror again, thinking to herself that she must be mad.