I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

The entire pavilion fell into an eerie silence.

All the young ladies seemed frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at Ye Jinjin, who appeared to have undergone a complete transformation.

It's still the same face, still the same features.

But it's just different.

If Ye Jinjin before was a delicate ink painting with elegant brushstrokes but a slightly bland feel, then...

So now, she is a masterpiece, imbued with a soul, with vibrant colors and vivid light and shadow!

That clear, natural skin, those deep, bright eyes, that healthy, rosy complexion, and those full, moist red lips... every detail overturned their understanding of "makeup".

"Am I...am I dreaming?" A young lady surnamed Li, who was on good terms with the Ye sisters, murmured. She subconsciously reached out to touch Ye Jinjin's face, but was afraid of breaking this "miracle".

Ye Jinjin herself was still immersed in the immense shock, unable to extricate herself. Holding a small mirror, she looked at herself from left to right, and seeing the unfamiliar version of herself in the mirror, which even she found stunning, her eyes instantly reddened.

She was an inconspicuous person from a young age.

At home, she has an older sister, Ye An'an, who was raised like a boy and has an outgoing personality; and a younger sister, Ye Yunyun, who is lively, cute, and has a sweet tongue. She is sandwiched in the middle, with a mild personality, and is always overlooked.

Outside, in the elite circles of Beijing, beauties abound, each with their own unique charm. Someone like her would simply blend into the crowd.

She never imagined that she could be so beautiful.

"Big sister..." She turned her head and looked at Ye An'an, her voice trembling with deep gratitude.

"Why are you crying, silly girl?" Ye An'an looked at her, feeling both sorry for her and amused. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "You are beautiful as you are. I'm just helping you to show your natural beauty."

Her words deeply touched the hearts of all the girls present.

Yes, who doesn't want to become more beautiful?

"Sister An'an! You...you have to draw one for me too!" Fourth sister Ye Yunyun was the first to react. She tugged at Ye An'an's sleeve and shouted excitedly, "I want to be pretty too! Me too!"

"Me too! Me too!"

"Sister An'an, please, please draw one for us too!"

In an instant, all the young ladies surrounded her, each looking at Ye An'an with sparkling, eager eyes.

That frenzy was a hundred times more intense than when they were scrambling to eat the mochi earlier.

Looking at their expressions, Ye An'an felt extremely smug.

She knew that for women, the temptation to become more beautiful was something they could never resist.

"Okay, okay, don't rush, one at a time."

The following afternoon, the back garden of the General's Mansion was transformed into Ye An'an's "personal beauty show".

She tailored the most suitable makeup looks for each young lady based on their different face shape, features, and temperament.

Yes, with her upturned eyeliner and bright red lips, she instantly transformed from a gentle little rabbit into a powerful and confident woman.

Some used pink blush and eyeshadow, paired with plump, moist lips, giving them a sweet and charming aura.

Every girl she "transformed" exclaimed in disbelief, just like Ye Jinjin, when she saw herself in the mirror.

This afternoon tea with the girls finally came to a close amidst screams and exclamations of admiration.

All the young ladies, wearing the most beautiful makeup of their lives, left the General's Mansion with complete satisfaction.

None of them wanted to go home to remove their makeup. Instead, they all chose to stroll around the most bustling streets in Beijing and show off their "new faces".

As a result, a trend swept through the capital that very evening.

A group of elegant ladies, whose makeup was usually very similar, seemed to have made a pact to have all changed their heads today.

Their makeup was no longer that pale, lifeless mask.

Instead, they are clear, natural, and each has its own unique characteristics.

Their appearance immediately drew the attention of their family and friends.

"Good heavens, isn't that the third young lady from the family of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel? Why does she look so different today? She looks so much prettier!"

"I remember you used to have a few freckles on your face, but I can't see them at all today! Your skin is as smooth as jade!"

"Your eyes! How can they be so big and bright, like they can talk! How did you draw them?"

In no time, gossip about "noble ladies collectively becoming more beautiful" began to spread in the capital at an astonishing speed.

Soon, someone found out the inside story.

It turns out that all of this was done by the same person.

—The Crown Prince's concubine, Ye An'an!

It was she who, using a magical technique called "makeup," transformed these noble ladies in a single day.

The news caused an uproar among the elite women of Beijing.

Those who couldn't go to the general's mansion today were all filled with regret, their hearts filled with despair.

Those who attended the party and witnessed the "miracle" became the object of everyone's envy and flattery.

The next morning, a long line formed at the entrance of the General's Mansion.

A line of magnificent carriages, each representing the status of a different mansion, completely blocked the street.

Countless noblewomen and young ladies sent their most capable maids and nannies, bringing large sums of money to request an audience.

They have only one goal.

I beg the Crown Prince's concubines to be granted a magical object that makes them beautiful!

Looking at the extravagant scene outside the mansion and listening to the butler's troubled report, Ye An'an experienced for the first time what it meant to be treated like a top star.

She knew that she had unintentionally made the new beauty trend in Beijing a complete sensation.