The person rubbed their face, forehead, bridge of the nose, cheeks, chin, until finally washing off the white foam from their face with clear water. As they pulled out a handkerchief to dry their entire face, Brother Liubao was suddenly struck with awe. This man, named Cui Zhu, had a tall figure and handsome features. It was only a pity that his skin was a bit too dark. There’s a saying that a fair complexion can hide many flaws. After washing his face, his skin tone noticeably brightened by several shades. What seemed to be an ordinary face now resembled a dusty gem, which, after being cleaned, revealed its dazzling brilliance. "It’s magical," Brother Liubao murmured in amazement. After that, Dong Huiying had Cui Zhu sit on a chair. She pinched his chin, turned it left and right, and scrutinized his face with seriousness. "The features are good, just a few minor imperfections. A little makeup, and the problem isn’t big," she said. She turned to pick up a small bottle, scooping out a dab of ointment that resembled white jade. Liang Haoming stared emotionlessly at Dong Huiying, but his fist clenched tighter and tighter. He pursed his lips in silence, but an inexplicable pressure bore down on Cui Zhu. Just as the young girl approached Cui Zhu again, with the ointment on her fingertips about to touch Cui Zhu’s face, Haoming suddenly rushed over and grabbed her by the elbow. "What’s the matter?" she asked, turning her puzzled face towards Haoming. Haoming kept a stern face, "I’ll do it!" She paused, "You don’t know how." "Makeup is very particular. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you later, okay?" Haoming was unhappy, but with Dong Huiying’s words reaching this point, he didn’t know how to retort and could only watch helplessly as Dong Huiying approached Cui Zhu and gently applied the white jade ointment all over his face. Cui Zhu’s ear tips turned a bit red. Dayuan men were born lowly; up until now, he had been singing for joy and playing the part, but he had never been treated so tenderly by anyone. His breathing became a bit uneven, and his expression somewhat unnatural. He stole a glance at the young girl in front of him, seeing her close by as her soft fingers moved over his face, and that she wore a very special scent of herbs. Cui Zhu’s heart skipped a beat, then, seemingly out of embarrassment, slowly lowered his eyes. Dong Huiying took a handkerchief to wipe her hands, then stepped aside, allowing Brother Liubao and the remaining nine Young Servants to clearly see Cui Zhu’s appearance. This time, Brother Liubao was truly shocked! "Cui Zhu? It is... Cui Zhu, right?" He hesitated to recognize the person before him. The man in front obviously was Cui Zhu but also wasn’t Cui Zhu. The man’s beauty was breathtaking, and when his eyes lightly shifted, a few hints of a cold and enchanting vibe emanated from him. He appeared aloof and unapproachable, yet his finely shaped lips, high nose, indifferent eyes, and distant brows made even a man like himself involuntarily marvel from the heart, even arousing a sudden desire to conquer. Cui Zhu, already twenty-five, now seemed like a teenager of eighteen or nineteen after such grooming, appearing significantly younger. Then, Dong Huiying suddenly spoke, "Bring a piece of white clothing, no patterns or designs, pure white will do." Brother Liubao, belatedly realizing what she meant, knew that plain white was rarely seen in a place full of colorful festivities. However, to fulfill Dong Huiying’s request, he eventually resolved to begrudgingly take out a top-quality silk, gossamer-thin white robe from his own trunk, which he had kept for pressing.