An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

After finally forcing herself to eat all the food on the table, she suppressed the urge to vomit and walked step by step to the back hall, where she let the four maids collect the piles of food plates.

Just as she was about to sit down in front of the dressing table to put on her makeup, she saw two figures walking up the wooden steps from the corner of her eye. A familiar scent of incense wafted into her nostrils. She turned around and realized they were two maids.

This incense was also often lit in her bedroom. She did not feel anything unusual in the past six months. In the past, people in the imperial court liked to burn incense in their houses. Even the main house like Langxiang Pavilion was equipped with several Boshan incense burners.

But at this moment, every move in the room made her suspicious. Sang Ling thought about Ma's method, which could be used in food, or on the handkerchief for washing, or in the cream and powder for skin care in the morning and evening.

But she never thought about the incense in the house.

Yesterday, when I went to Long Fragrance Pavilion, the fragrance burning there was different from that in her bedroom. If the fragrance used was different because of the different places, then the bedroom should also use a soothing fragrance, but the fragrance in her room, when she smelled it carefully, did not smell like a soothing fragrance, but instead had a cool smell.

After she had packed up her things, she was about to go to Qingxue Hall, but Ah Qing did not retreat as usual. Instead, she immediately followed her, as if to stop her.

"Where are you going, madam?"

Sang Ling glanced at her and answered truthfully, "Qingxue Hall."

"It's snowing outside. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. You'd better stay indoors to keep warm."

Look, the slaves have all been assigned masters. If Ma hadn't instructed this, Sang Ling would never have thought that a legitimate daughter of the Grand Marshal's Mansion would be blocked by servants.

This is also because they think Yuan Sangling is too easy to control, so they dare to attack. She closed her eyes and suppressed the anger in her heart.

Just as he was about to turn around and go in, he suddenly heard a voice coming from outside, "The young lady hasn't left yet, Madam sent an old servant to check to see if the young lady is still sleeping in."

Sang Ling peeked through the screen through the small gap near the door and saw that it was Wei Ai, who had served Sang Feng'e last night.

The corners of the girl's lips couldn't help but smile, and she turned her head to look at Ah Qing beside her, "Then I'll go."

"Madam." Ah Qing took another step forward.

Sang Ling followed her for a while. Wei Ai had already reached the porch. "The young lady is up."

"Yes, I'm just about to go over there." She said as she looked calmly at her maid.

After all, there was an outsider in the courtyard. Could Ah Qing still dare to block her? If a quarrel broke out inside, it would be disadvantageous to Ma.

Besides, didn't Ma always avoid Sang Feng'e? Although she was the current mistress of the Sang family, she couldn't resist the fact that Sang Feng'e, the elder sister, was too important in front of Sang Wu. With the pressure from her husband, Ma had to give Sang Feng'e some face.

Ah Qing pondered for a moment, and finally retracted his body from blocking the way, without saying anything else.

Sang Ling smiled gently and slowly walked out of the main house of Qiu Garden.

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When she arrived at Qingxue Hall, Sang Feng'e had just finished dressing up.

The woman was nearly a generation older than Ma, but she did not look old. Because of the different makeup, she only looked a little more fierce.

A copper chain stove was lit in the room, and two or three servants spread out the felt mat. Sang Feng'e stood up slowly and personally welcomed Sang Ling in.

"I thought you were really sleeping in. I heard you didn't even say good morning to me, girl."

Sang Ling was taking off his shoes at this time, and he smiled and said, "I was afraid that my father and my wife would be unhappy to see me, so I seldom went out later."

She followed Sang Feng'e into the hall and knelt on the felt mat.

"How could your father not be happy to see you?" Sang Feng'e's red lips moved, her body slightly tilted, showing a unique romantic charm. She lowered her eyebrows and used a fire scissors to stir the charcoal in the brazier, whispering, "The more you do this, the less he will like you, and even I--"

After all, the personalities of the two siblings are pretty similar. If the children work hard to improve themselves, they will be liked by their elders. If the children are not successful, even if the elders love them, they will often hate them for not working hard.

Another thing is that Sang Ling's appearance was really bad before. He was fat, but his face was covered with acne. Who would be willing to look at him any more?

It's better now, but it's just presentable. To be called beautiful, it's still far from being beautiful.

"A Ling knows." Sang Ling took over what Sang Feng'e was about to say, and handed over the long fire hook.

Sang Feng'e then looked up and smiled at her, "It's not too late to know now. I see that you have grown taller and look much better."

As an aunt, Sang Feng'e always says a few nice words.

Sang Ling didn't intend to dwell on this issue any further. He looked around and finally stared into Qingxue Hall - this room was elegantly decorated and didn't look like a guest room at all.

"Has my cousin come? I didn't see him." She started gossiping.

"Maochen came to pay his respects and then went to your father. I don't know when he will be back." Sang Feng'e put the fire hook aside and couldn't help but look at her niece carefully again.

Although she was a little fatter and her skin was not smooth, her eyes were still sparkling, like a clear spring water. In fact, if you look closely, it is not only her almond-shaped eyes that are beautiful, but also her eyebrows are naturally well-shaped, her nose is small and exquisite, and her lips are full. If she were not a little fatter and had red pimples on her cheeks, she would have been a standard beauty.

She suddenly thought of Jiang-the beauty who was famous throughout the country. How could such a person give birth to an ugly daughter?

Only after seeing this did I realize that my niece actually had a pretty good foundation.