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Pang Wan shook his head, looking confused.

She believed that such a beauty shouldn't be adorned with such a vulgar name as "Golden Hairpin." In the Mary Sue world, characters with such looks are usually named things like "Water Spirit," "Wind Lily," or "Willow Grace," names that evoke natural scenery. The doggerel line, "I can't find a beauty among three thousand, but grant me a golden hairpin," also seemed hastily put together and lacked elegance.

Seeing her bewildered expression, the beauty chuckled and gently covered her red lips with her soft hand.

"Where did the young master find such a little girl?" she asked, her voice directed at Jin Diluo, "She's quite amusing."

“She’s a member of the Moon Worship Cult,” Jin Diluo answered from behind, his face still expressionless.

Jin Buyao gave a soft "oh," showing no surprise or disgust.

"Come find me in a few days when your face has healed." She chuckled and pinched his cheek, feeling its smooth texture. "Don't rush things. If you try to learn the Soul-Snatching Technique in your current state, you'll probably only attract the King of Hell or a Yaksha."

After saying this, she gracefully walked away, leaving behind only the tinkling of her jade pendants and a room filled with a serene fragrance.

Pang Wan looked at the beauty's back and bit her lower lip in distress—she wondered if the face that Young Master He would make in the future would be as captivating and alluring as that of the other woman.

"Looks like I have a lot of rivals," she thought with a hint of frustration.

Please like me

On a sunny day, Pang Wan swayed gently on the swing, tilting her now smooth face back with great contentment.

A gentle breeze kissed her eyelashes, brushed aside the black hair at her temples, her dark hair dancing with the hem of her clothes, revealing her delicate eyebrows, straight nose, and dimples.

This should have been a beautiful and moving picture of a woman on a swing.

"Straighten your calves!"

"Keep your toes pointed!"

"Lift your chin!"

"Relax your lips, pucker them slightly!"

Several hidden weapons suddenly struck four parts of her body, with the last one landing right between her lips.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Pang Wan stuck out his tongue, licked the hidden weapon, hooked it, and ate it—the hidden weapon was a top-quality Fragrant Concubine raisin.

"That little gesture was just right." A soft, teasing voice came from under the hibiscus trellis. Jin Buyao sat there casually eating melon seeds. Her skin was as white as snow, and she was stunningly beautiful. "It's alright to lick the flowers, but licking those dark grapes is a no-go."

Pang Wan sighed and jumped off the swing.

She had been in this ergonomically unfriendly position for too long and was feeling stiff and tired.

"Tired?" Jin Buyao glanced at her, raising her eyebrows dismissively. "You think good-looking poses are just casual poses? You need to practice more, keep practicing, for the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold."

Pang Wan didn't say anything, but picked up a piece of sweet cake and stuffed it into her mouth with a troubled expression.

In just a few days, Jin Buyao had already taught her many classic styling tips for stunning beauties, such as "Begonia in Spring Slumber," "Drunken Sleep Among Peonies," and "Light Steps on Lotus Feet," and so on. Each seemingly simple movement was actually full of intricate details: the stride, the angle of head turn, and even the frequency of eyelash fluttering had to be adjusted according to the occasion and the person. What you thought was a spontaneous action might actually be the result of 36,000 precise calculations in her mind—seduction is a subtle, instinctive process.

"It's so hard to be a successful, stunning beauty!" Pang Wan swallowed the sweet cake in her stomach and sighed sullenly.

“If you want to be liked by others, you naturally have to cater to their preferences.” Jin Buyao also picked up a bright green grape and put it in her mouth with an elegant posture. “What I’m teaching you now is just the basics.”

Pang Wan pursed her lips and remained silent. Being a stunningly beautiful leading lady is indeed not easy; just look at the three special poses Sang Chan made for Gu Xiju.

"Speaking of which, you're still so young, why are you so focused on cultivating the Soul-Hooking Technique?" Jin Buyao couldn't help but ask, seeing her staring blankly with her head down. "Do you have someone you desperately want in your heart?"

Pang Wan shook her head—no, not just one, but many, many! Each and every one of them is an absolutely stunning male lead!

Jin Buyao was even more surprised: "Could it be that you are burdened with a blood feud and need to use this soul-snatching technique to lure and take revenge on your opponent?"

Pang Wan shivered, wondering if this beautiful woman in gold also came from the Mary Sue continent? The scenarios she imagined were all classic.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jin Buyao smiled to herself: "Don't worry, as long as you are trained by Granny Jin for a few years, no matter what kind of person the other party is, he will eventually fall in love with you." Despite her slender waist, dark hair, and fair skin, she insisted on calling herself Granny Jin.

"Does Granny have the power to win over every man?" Pang Wan rested her chin on her hand, gazing at her adoringly. "Whoever you want to fall in love with will definitely fall in love with you, right?"

Jin Buyao's smile froze for a moment.

“...There are also a very few exceptions, which are very, very difficult to deal with.” She gazed at Pang Wan, her slender white fingertips tracing her dark eyebrows, her eyes sparkling with a bright light. “Dealing with this kind of man requires exceptional patience.”

Pang Wan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"How about I give you a test, Granny?" Jin Buyao curled her lips into a smile, as if recalling something very interesting. "Have you seen our young master? What kind of person do you think he is?"

Pang Wan recalled He Qinglu's arrogant and aloof demeanor and angrily accused, "Awkward, heartless, petty!"

Jin Buyao chuckled.

“You’re right.” She looked at Pang Wan with tenderness. “Our young master is exactly such a difficult person to win over.”

"Granny! You don't mean..." Pang Wan stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape—she never expected Jin Buyao to set her sights on her mistress; this was truly audacious!

"Don't worry, I just want you to treat the young master as your training subject." Jin Buyao smiled broadly, showing no fear or guilt. "Anyway, he's a big shot who looks down on everyone else."

Looking at her radiant and dazzling appearance, Pang Wan felt a sense of unease, as if he were dealing with a tiger for its skin.

“Nothing will happen between you and the young master.” Jin Buyao smiled sweetly. “The He family doesn’t produce romantics. They are born with a missing piece in their hearts and are not versed in the seven emotions and six desires.”

—So He Qinglu was just a decoration that could only be looked at but not eaten!

Pang Wan was a little surprised. Although her goodwill towards this young nobleman had long since vanished, she couldn't help but sigh at the thought that such a distinguished person had embarked on the path of a solitary monk.

Occasionally, in the Mary Sue world, there will be handsome men who disguise themselves as reclusive masters, existing in a way that is beautiful but inedible.

"If you can make the young master's heart flutter even slightly, then you will have officially graduated." Jin Buyao lightly tapped her brow.