At this moment, Zhu Pingniang no longer looked at Xu Chang'an but instead somehow produced a palm-sized rouge box, then smeared it on her fingers, applying the lip color evenly on her lips.
A woman with a disheveled posture, applying rouge, with her legs crossed.
The makeup was very bright, even somewhat gaudy, completely overshadowing the last hint of coolness in Zhu Pingniang's eyebrows.
At this moment, she perfectly blended into the Flower Moon Building, into the identity of the madam.
"Why are you looking at your sister like this?" Zhu Pingniang gave Xu Chang'an a sideways glance, then shook her head: "This makeup is for the evening banquet... After all, I am their Ms. Zhu, if I were dressed too differently, the girls wouldn't like me this way."
She had also come to a realization.
She did not want to compete with Yun Qian.
If she really dressed like an outstanding beauty, wouldn't that alienate her own girls?
Being a bit vulgar is better.
