Ji Qingwu changed her face into that of a complete stranger.
Wei Tongyou jumped back in fright, pointing a trembling finger at her face. "You... how did you do that?"
Ji Qingwu's current features were nearly indistinguishable from the face of the taller maidservant lying in the corner.
"Come here."
Ji Qingwu beckoned to her.
Wei Tongyou hesitated for a moment before cautiously approaching, a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Two soft hands began to knead her cheeks. This time, the process took longer than when Ji Qingwu had disguised herself.
Ji Qingwu tapped her on the cheek. "There."
Wei Tongyou peered at her reflection in a nearby water vat. Her face was now identical to that of the shorter maidservant.
She checked her reflection again and again, then stared, dumbfounded, at Ji Qingwu's elegant, fair hands.
"There was nothing in your hands. You just... molded my face, and that was it?"
Ji Qingwu gave her a mysterious look.
