Sitting in the pumpkin carriage, Zheng Qing was still brooding over the unicorn's unexpected attack.
Because of that sudden lick, he had no choice but to touch up his makeup in the carriage. Fortunately, this year's pumpkin carriage was not the inferior product he had seen last year; its exterior was exquisite, and the interior lavishly decked with sofa, tea table, window sill curtains, and all amenities, making it no different from a small parlor in the mansion.
More importantly, sitting in the pumpkin carriage, Zheng Qing hardly felt any bumps and heard no noise.
If it weren't for the occasional scenery flashing by outside the window, he would have thought he was still in Greenhill Mansion.
"Shouldn't you wipe it before touching up?"
The young scholarship student felt the head maid, squatting in front of him, directly using the powder puff to touch up his makeup and couldn't help but quietly remind her, "I feel like that area on my face is still wet..."
