The young man in red gritted his teeth with hatred, but he knew that he was powerless to resist now and could only do whatever Princess Zhaorong said.
He took a breath and said: "Princess, you just need to bring some makeup and disguise tools. Don't call me a maid. I believe that no one in this world can be more skillful than my Thousand-faced Young Master in disguise. Do you want me to I can become whatever I want, and I will be as charming as you want me to be.”
"Really? Yes, yes, how could I have forgotten that since you are known as the Prince of Thousand Faces, your ability to use makeup to disguise one's appearance is of course first-rate. Okay, then you wait for me here and I will get the tools right away. ”
Princess Zhaorong happily rushed out of the secret room, leaving only a room with dim lights and the young man in red lying on the bed.
He turned his head and looked at the dim candlelight, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
The tiger fell in Pingyang, and now even this idiot princess has bullied him. Very good, he has remembered this account! One day, he will take back the humiliation he suffered from these people one by one, one by one, and intensify his efforts, not sparing any one of them!
Princess Zhaorong came back faster than he expected.
Holding a large bundle in her hand, with excitement and joy on her face, she rushed into the secret room, put the bundle on the table, and opened it.
The young man in red only took one look and his face turned green.
The baggage was filled with a lot of things used for women's makeup, such as rouge, gouache, balm, hair oil combs, and luozidai for women's eyebrows. There were several mirrors alone.
Princess Zhaorong packed all the cosmetics on her desk, but there were very few tools for disguise. There were only a few disguise pills for changing skin color, which were also the lowest ones. They usually have thousands of faces. The young master won't even look at it.
The young man in red stared at the various piles of cosmetics on the table, knowing that Princess Zhaorong was serious. She really wanted to make herself into a woman.
I think that the Thousand-faced Young Master has changed his appearance countless times in his life. He has been an old man, a child, a scholar, a beggar... He has pretended to look like anything, but he has never disguised himself as a woman!
"Master Qianmian, do you think these things are enough? If not, I will ask the girls to prepare them. What else do you need?"
Princess Zhaorong brought all the cosmetics to the young man in red as if they were offering treasures, and said with a show-off face: "These things are the best and most expensive in Kyoto. Just this box of rouge from Wanxiangzhai. Five hundred taels of silver, but not many people in Kyoto can buy it."
The young man in red didn't know whether to laugh or cry. When things came to a close, he still wanted to fight to the death.
"Princess Princess, I know you hate that girl named Shen. Although I have lost my skills, I have a way to deal with someone, and I don't necessarily have to kill her. If you hate her so much, if you... If I just let her die, wouldn't it be an advantage to her? If you want to find someone to help you deal with the person named Shen, I am the perfect candidate. "
His eyes were fixed on Princess Zhaorong with expectation. As long as she was not allowed to disguise herself as a woman, he would be happy to do anything she asked her to do.
Princess Zhaorong, however, cursed without thinking: "Bah! What else can you do besides bragging? All the ideas you come up with are stinky, rotten, and of no use at all!"