Within the palace, in a lavish room, two makeup artists were slaving away at the young woman who sat between them.

One of the makeup artists was male, and the other was female. The female artist was putting makeup on the young woman's exquisite face, while the male artist stood behind the young woman, thinking deeply as he felt her lustrous silver hair.

"My dear, this is hardly acceptable! How do you expect me to style your hair if you refuse to put it in a bun! What long, beautiful hair you have—but how can a bride leave her hair down?"

The young woman shook her head once more. "I refuse to put my hair up in a bun. Can't I leave it as is?"

The male artist pouted. "But then I won't be able to answer to my superiors… Why are you so reluctant to put your hair up today? It's the day of your wedding!"

The female artist sniffed. "What's there to be surprised about? Miss Qianqian is the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on, whether or not...