His words, just like cold water, were directly poured to Cuipiao’s head. She stopped smiling instantly, “Your Highness, I...”

“Such things are in the charge of your mistress from now on!” As Song Yixiao just put on the last jade hairpin, Jian Xubai stood by her. He took the shell black pigment, saying impatiently, “You are a maid, who should be supervised by the mistress. Am I understood?”

Song Yixiao slightly turned around so that her husband could ...