Although Ming Luan really didn't want Meng Jinyu to enter her room, she could only temporarily suppress her displeasure when she saw Chu Qitong repeatedly apologize on her behalf. She lifted her gown and walked ahead, leading the way for Chu Qitong and Meng Jinyu.

It was still snowing in the sky. The maidservants standing in front of the pavilion saw their master walking out from inside the pavilion, and one by one, they opened the oil-paper umbrellas in their hands and went forward to support their own masters.

Mingluan's boudoir had the typical appearance of a rich young lady's chamber, with the fragrance of the popular Rui Lin incense burning inside. The room was mainly decorated in shades of pink.

Entering the room, Chu Qitong personally supported Meng Jinyu to sit in front of Mingluan's dressing table. Looking at herself in the mirror, Meng Jinyu couldn't help but widen her eyes. At this moment, the rouge on her face had smeared due to tears, causing her delicate little face to have patches of green and red, resembling a color palette.

In general, Meng Jinyu found it difficult to express herself fully in front of the mirror. Unable to calm her restless heart, she couldn't help but pat her own chest to console herself. She looked into Chu Qitong's eyes and saw a hint of gratitude.

Meng Jinyu couldn't help but imagine what kind of sensation his face would cause on the streets if the Lyu Painting Princess hadn't stopped him. He would have had to return home with such a face, and he didn't even dare to think about the uproar it would cause.

Chu Qitong seemed oblivious to Meng Jinyu's unsettled emotions. She calmly took the handkerchief handed to her by the maid and gently dabbed away the smudged makeup on Meng Jinyu's face.

"Gong... Princess, let me do it myself." Chu Qitong's actions made Meng Jinyu feel pleasantly surprised. She always thought that Chu Qitong was just being polite when offering to fix her makeup, but now she was actually witnessing Chu Qitong personally doing it. Feeling a bit flustered, Meng Jinyu called out to Chu Qitong and reached out to snatch the handkerchief from her hand.

The recent incident may have been unfair, but it made Meng Jinyu realize many things. She understood that every word that Ming Luan said was based on facts. In terms of her own identity, she indeed cannot compare to the princess before her. After understanding all this, how could Meng Jinyu continue to sit comfortably in the chair and let Chu Qitong do her makeup?

Chu Qitong preemptively held Meng Jinyu's hand, a gentle smile hanging on her lips. She said, "Miss Meng, please don't mind. I've already mentioned earlier that I'm doing this to apologize on behalf of Mingluan. I hope you can save me some face."

Chu Qitong's actions caused Meng Jinyu's expression to freeze on her face. However, Chu Qitong continued to wipe her face with a handkerchief without changing her expression. After wiping off all the rouge from Meng Jinyu's face, Chu Qitong handed the handkerchief to the maid beside her.

Chu Qitong carefully selected for a long while inside Ming Luan's makeup box before finally choosing a color that would suit Meng Jinyu. With practiced ease, she opened the rouge lid. Ming Luan, who had been standing behind her the whole time, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched Chu Qitong's actions. She couldn't resist but ask, "Sister Hua, she has hands too, so is it really necessary for you to do it personally?"

"Luan'er, stop talking nonsense." Ming Luan's words caused a momentary pause in Chu Qitong's hand movement, but she quickly resumed as usual. She turned her head to glance at Ming Luan and subtly shook her head. In the midst of their conversation, she had already applied a layer of rouge on Meng Jinyu's face. With the application of high-quality rouge, Meng Jinyu's features appeared much more radiant.