An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

In the garden to the west of the Taiwei Mansion, a line of servants passed through the corridor, holding copper basins and towels, and knelt down at the foot of the steps.

"Madam Ling, let me help you wash up."

There was no sound from inside, and the leading maid looked up and saw a fat girl sitting in front of the box. The sun shone through the yellow gauze curtains and onto her swollen big toe. It was midsummer, and even the sun in the early morning was a bit scorching, but the girl seemed to be unaware of it and just stared at the bronze mirror in a trance.

The servants outside the house left silently, and the corridor was quiet for a while. The sound of birds chirping on the pillars echoed in his ears, and the person in the bronze mirror slowly came back to his senses, staring at himself in the orange-yellow mirror, and slowly revealed a crying face.

It's been ten days, a full ten days, and she still hasn't adapted to the situation - how did she end up in this place when she woke up from a nap?

It would be fine if I traveled through time, but why did I travel through time into the body of such an ugly woman?

She is fat, she is round, and her face is covered with pimples and pustules.

Why was her opening so bad?

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"It's okay that she's not pretty, hasn't she always been like this? Now her temper has become strange, and she locks herself in her room every day. It's only because the lady has a good temper, otherwise what daughter wouldn't visit her parents every morning and evening and serve them?"

"Mrs. Mei is the best. She is beautiful and kind. We are just not lucky enough to have her."

"You said they were born to the same father, so how come the two sisters are so different? I heard that Madam Jiang was a great beauty when she was alive, and yet she gave birth to a daughter like this."

The whispers by the pool ended with the maids' sarcastic laughter. After listening to them in silence, Sang Ling turned around and walked quietly back to the corridor.

After waiting for ten days without waking up from her nap, she could only accept the fact before her - she had really traveled through time and this was not a dream.

She really did travel back in time and was transformed into the body of an extremely ugly woman.

The memories of the original owner before her death gradually flooded into her sea of ​​consciousness in the first two days, and the colors presented in those pictures were all gray.

It was so gloomy that even she, an outsider, felt suffocated.

Sang Ling was the daughter of a noble family. She should have enjoyed the love of her parents and lived a carefree life. However, ever since her mother, Jiang, passed away when she was three years old and her father, Sang Wu, remarried, Ma - she, the eldest daughter, seemed to be invisible in the Taiwei Mansion.

When she was ten years old, she started to have acne on her face. No matter how Ma invited doctors to treat her, it didn't work. In the past two years, she started to gain weight again. Last year, Ma even advised Sang Wu to arrange her marriage early, and wanted to marry her to the famous playboy in the capital: Cao Xin, the son of the Minister of Agriculture who had more than a dozen concubines in his room before he even got married.

I still remember the day when the Cao family came to visit, Ma also called Sang Ling. The mother and son of the Cao family were still smiling at first, but when they saw Sang Ling, Cao Wulang smiled and said, "Look at her." Although the mistress of the Cao family was embarrassed, she could only laugh twice and let it go. After that, the mother and son went home and never proposed marriage.

This matter was later spread out, and everyone in the capital said that the Sang family had an ugly daughter, and even if they took the initiative to propose marriage, they would not be able to marry her. Yuan Sang Ling became more and more unwilling to see people, until that night when the servants left... She lit the charcoal in the room by herself, and took a last look at the corridor, without any nostalgia.

When she opened her eyes again, it was her new Sang Ling——

The memory slowly faded from the sea of ​​consciousness. The daughter in the corridor lowered her brows, sighed, and looked up at the sky in this courtyard.

I originally thought that being confined in the deep mansions of the feudal era was the suffering of slaves without status, concubines, or illegitimate daughters. I never thought that a legitimate daughter could suffer so much and end her life by burning charcoal.

The scorching sun shone down from a few places away from the shade of the trees, like a ball of passionate flame. She suddenly narrowed her eyes and could not help feeling sad any more.

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In ancient times, a girl of this age would have been a married woman, but in her time, she was still an adolescent girl.

She couldn't figure out how the original owner started to have acne at the age of ten, but after six years, the symptoms hadn't gone away, so there must be some endocrine reasons related to puberty.

She searched her memory and found that Sang Ling's menstruation had been irregular at first, and coupled with depression, his weight gain might have been caused by this.

Since she had become Sang Ling, and could not go back for several days and nights, she could only start from now on and begin to change - that day, she refused those nutritious foods, even if the maids persuaded her to eat, she was determined not to be moved.

Less than two days had passed since the incident occurred when Ma came over.

"I heard that you haven't eaten properly for a few days, but the food cooked in the small kitchen is not to your liking? How about making some more skin scraps today? Sprinkle some pepper and salt on it, and it will be your favorite food." Her stepmother looked very kind and had a good life. She was an ancient woman in her thirties, but her skin was still firm and there were not many fine lines on her face. Even if you looked closely, you couldn't see any sign of fatigue.

It seems that she is very good at taking care of herself. Generally, people who are good at taking care of themselves know what things will make them more beautiful and what things will make them ugly. It is because they know the good and the bad that they can avoid fading away.

While deep in thought, Sang Ling silently lowered his head and looked at himself in the water in the ear cup - the foundation of his face was not bad, but the fat covered the bones, hiding all the good things.

"Madam, don't you think these things will only make me fatter?" she couldn't help but ask.

She glanced again and saw that her skirt was stretched a little bit around her legs.

"How could that be?" Ma's face flashed with a trace of panic, but she immediately smiled again, "My son, you are the best now. Look at your sister, she is so dry. I hope she is the same as you."

The "younger sister" that Ma was referring to was her own daughter Sang Mei. In the Taiwei Mansion, everyone knew that the second young lady was thinner, prettier, and more cheerful than the eldest.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess what Ma was thinking. Sang Ling's biological mother, Jiang, was a world-famous beauty during her lifetime. She might have set up this game out of fear that Sang Ling's fame would overshadow her own daughter when he grew up.

"How can I not eat?" Ma naggingly held her hand, "In a family like ours, there is nothing we can't enjoy. If you get tired of it, just ask the kitchen to add some new dishes. The daughter of a distinguished Taiwei family should look more wealthy."

It is no wonder that Sang Wu was confident in handing over the power of the family to her. From the looks of it, she does not seem like a vicious stepmother and is really considerate to Sang Ling.

"But I don't want to eat." She looked back expressionlessly.

"Then let's change to other dishes? You still have to eat something." There was a deep meaning in Ma's smile that was difficult to understand.

It seemed that she couldn't escape this meal today. She also understood that the head of the family, Sang Wu, was a high-ranking official and a general, and he rarely stayed at home, so Ma was able to cover the sky with one hand.

The incense smoke from the incense burner penetrated into her mind, and the anger that had just risen faded away. After a while, she sneered calmly, and according to Yuan Sang Ling's personality, she began to act embarrassed, "Okay, Madam, please stay, and we will have dinner together?"

Seeing Sang Ling's original innocent appearance, Ma's doubts were dispelled, but she shook her head and said, "Good boy, just eat more. Mother won't need any more. I'll ask the small kitchen to prepare some for you."

But it's really just feeding pigs.

Sang Ling still had a shy smile on his face, but by lowering his eyes slightly, the sudden chill had quietly disappeared.

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A few minutes later, the kitchen staff and maids brought the food up, and Ma had already gone back to Zhiyu Residence.

But there was no way Sang Ling would touch this midnight snack. After taking a few bites in front of the servants, he sent them all away.

When she was alone, she began to search the house, found two cowhide bags from the box in the corner, and quickly poured the food in the lacquer tray into them.

Wait until late at night when everyone is asleep, then dig a hole in the garden and bury it.

This was her first step in the plan, and she prepared every meal in the following days in the same way.

As someone who has lost weight before, she knows very well how to properly distribute meals throughout the day. In the morning, she can indulge herself a little, eating an egg and some beef; at noon, she only eats two mouthfuls of rice and fish sashimi to keep the carbohydrates in check; as for the evening, she doesn't eat anything at all.

But in order to avoid arousing the suspicion of his maid Ah Qing, he would not avoid this spy at every meal. Sometimes he would call her out halfway through the meal; sometimes he would gobble up the food on the table in front of her.

Only when he is left alone will he use some extreme methods to vomit out the food.

There is really no choice but to do this. Otherwise, if everyone is cleared out at mealtime, Ma will definitely become suspicious after a long time.

So she had to be careful.