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Chapter 1
Pang Wan sat in front of the mercury mirror, lost in thought.
The mirror reflected a bright, youthful face: a smooth oval face, long, arched eyebrows, mischievous, dark eyes, rosy cheeks, and a small, delicate mouth that seemed to be both angry and playful, with two adorable dimples appearing on her cheeks.
"...To have grown up to be this good-looking before even reaching adulthood, I wonder how many heroes and valiant men will fight tooth and nail for him in the future?"
Thinking about the near future, the girl felt anxious but seemed helpless, and sighed in despair.
"Wanwan, Wanwan, how could you be born with such a stunningly beautiful face?"
The girl scolded her reflection in the mirror, her expression a mix of infatuation and reproach, and gently bit her lower lip.
The person in the mirror looked even more pitiful.
"Beauty is a curse, beauty is a curse!"
The girl clutched her chest, her lips curled upwards, her eyes misty, her expression utterly peculiar—a mixture of overwhelming sorrow and unbearable joy. These two extreme emotions overlapped, shifted, and merged on her face, making it impossible to discern her true feelings.
In the corridor of the Sacred Heart Pavilion, the demonic cult lackeys who witnessed all of this shuddered.
"Damn it, who put that magic mirror in the Holy Maiden's room? Her hysteria has flared up again!"
Henchman A cursed under his breath.
"What? The Holy Maiden is still looking in the mirror? She's been looking in the mirror for a whole hour! Doesn't she need to practice her skills or eat?"
Henchman C opened his mouth wide—he had only been a member of the cult for less than a month and was currently just a floor sweeper, so he didn't know much about the situation.
"Let me tell you, our Holy Maiden is wonderful in every way, except for one thing..."
Henchman B, with his gossipy and ambitious spirit, rallied the crowd together, winking and making faces at them.
"The Holy Maiden has fallen ill again."
With a snap, the mercury mirror was swiftly snatched away. Pang Wan couldn't see the beauty anywhere, and just as he looked up, about to get angry, he met a pair of calm, expressionless eyes.
"Aunt Rong, Aunt Rong."
Her momentum waned, and she immediately cowered.
“Rong’er has told the Holy Maiden many times that the Holy Maiden’s appearance is just like a big white radish. Once she leaves the sect, she can be found all over the world. Even if she were chopped up, it wouldn’t cause the slightest disturbance. Why does the Holy Maiden need to hypnotize herself like this?”
The woman called "Aunt Rong" was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was tall and slender with delicate features and charming eyes and brows. However, her face was cold as she looked at Pang Wan, and the chilling air emanating from her head could almost freeze the brazier.
"I... I've always looked like this, why won't you let me see clearly? Why did you have to shove those pitted bronze mirrors over here..." Pang Wan knew he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and tried to change the subject to the servants switching the mirrors.
"Holy Maiden!" Aunt Rong leaned forward, lifted her chin with her index finger, and shouted sternly, "Look up at me!"
Pang Wan's eyes were hazy, and she vaguely raised her head as instructed.
"You're really just, slightly above average."
Aunt Rong gave her a deep, deep look, her expression as serious as could be, her words as sincere as could be.
Telling a girl who considers herself an absolute beauty that she is only of average appearance is a far greater blow than telling an ordinary woman that she is ugly. After all, the latter has some self-awareness, while the former is often proud and unwilling to face failure.
Pang Wan's lips twitched, her eyelashes fluttered, and it looked like tears were about to fall.
"Although the Holy Maiden is young, her seductive skills are quite good. It's just a pity that the timing and the target of her use are not appropriate."
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