After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

As it was getting dark, Su Ning was summoned by Alan.

When they arrived, they found several other women, who must have been dancing together.

Red Mother stood to the side, seemingly giving instructions.

"You are all the face of my Red Sleeve Pavilion. Don't cause any trouble at this noble residence, or my Red Sleeve Pavilion will rise even higher in the future."

"Alan, you'd better keep a close eye on them."

When Su Ning arrived, she discovered that the other women seemed to dislike her. One of them muttered, "I don't know what kind of luck she had, being able to attend the banquet with us after only a few days."

Before Mama Hua could speak, Alan stepped forward: "Alright, stop talking nonsense. We're all sisters. If you miss the banquet, forget about any reward; you'll be lucky if you don't get a good beating."

The woman wanted to say something more, but then, as if she had seen something, she suddenly became shy.

The others were also staring intently at what was behind Su Ning.

Just as Su Ning was about to turn her head, she heard a gentle, warm voice, like the first snow melting, which dimmed even the surrounding noise, "Mama Hong, we can go now."

It's Song Hengxue.

When Su Ning looked again, she saw that even Alan had blushed and was staring intently at the young and handsome man.

Two carriages were parked outside Hongxiu Tower. The women who had just been disdainful of Su Ning went straight to the first carriage, arm in arm. Apart from Alan, there was only one other woman who looked timid.

She glanced at Su Ning and Alan, then got into the next car first.

Alan turned to Su Ning and said, "Xiao Xing, let's get in the carriage too."

Su Ning nodded to her. Fortunately, Xiao Xing was probably not used to life in Hongxiu Tower, so she was not very familiar with these people, which saved Su Ning from having to talk to them.

Perhaps because the car was somewhat quiet, Alan spoke first: "If it weren't for the influence of that master thief, how would we have been able to meet Young Master Song?"

The woman who had just boarded the car relaxed upon hearing Song Hengxue's name. "Indeed, Young Master Song is truly gentle and refined, no wonder he's such a renowned figure on the list of young masters."

"Sister Alan, do you think that legendary thief will really come tonight?"

Alan seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying tentatively, "I don't know either, but what's the point of us coming? It's none of our business anyway."

Su Ning listened without saying a word. Perhaps Alan already knew her personality, because the other woman didn't cause her any trouble either, and they arrived at their destination quietly.

After getting off the carriage, Song Hengxue was nowhere to be seen. A nanny came out of the mansion to guide them inside. As soon as Su Ning entered, she found that the guards in the mansion were patrolling in an orderly manner. The people coming in and out were not the richly dressed guests, but various people carrying weapons.

They were probably all martial arts masters recruited by the prefect.

Su Ning was very curious: would Yu Xinglai really make a move at the banquet as in the original story?

The old woman led them into a room. "Ladies, please do your hair and makeup here. If you need anything, just call the maid at the door."

The dance costumes were all prepared, and the jewelry was also prepared on the dressing table. The nanny even thoughtfully closed the door.

The girls were already happily getting ready to change and dress up, but Su Ning stood aside without moving. After all, she wasn't really Xiao Xing, and it was impossible for her to dance with them.

Just as she was about to push open the door, she was blocked by two maids outside.

"What are your instructions, young lady?"

Looking at the expressionless maid in front of her, Su Ning felt a little awkward. However, Alan noticed something and quickly came over to help her out, "It's nothing, my sister is just a little nervous."

Su Ning sighed, and could only let Alan push her to the dressing table. "Sister, your skin is so delicate and flawless, even a woman like me envies it."

Seeing that the other person had touched her hand, Su Ning quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "Sister Alan, you flatter me."

Alan smiled and then helped her with her makeup. Looking at the face in the mirror that didn't belong to her, she even wondered where Yu Xinglai had taken the original Xiao Xing.

Although the other party is unpredictable, they should not be an irredeemable villain, and Xiaoxing's life should be safe.

The skirt for dancing is made of soft and delicate material, with layers upon layers of hem that resemble ripples on water. But when dancing, the folds flow like clouds, or like fairies riding on clouds and mist. The ribbon at the waist sways with each step, and the ornaments at the ends collide with the bells, making a crisp sound, like celestial music.

It was, after all, a dance dress, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin on her chest. Although a gauze overlay covered her chest, quite a bit of it was still exposed.

Su Ning had worn all sorts of clothes in her previous life, so she wasn't bothered by it at the moment. The dress was pretty, but she couldn't dance, and she was still wondering how to find the main characters.

Just then, a middle-aged man came in and said that he was the steward of the manor and that the prefect wanted to select one or two people to take a look at first.

Most of the women at Hongxiu Tower knew what this meant, so they bowed their heads whenever possible. Su Ning, however, remained perfectly normal, standing out from the crowd. "You're the one. Come with me."

The butler chose Su Ning, which was exactly what she wanted.

It was already dark outside, and the lights in the courtyard were all on, so it wasn't dim. Su Ning could even hear the noise not far away, which meant that the guests had arrived.

Su Ning looked around, preparing to slip away quietly when no one was around.

She clutched her skirt, preparing to run, but her arm was gripped tightly, and her back slammed against the cold brick wall. The man's figure loomed over her, a few strands of his dark hair falling and brushing against her cheek. "Just like a cat, always thinking of running away."

Su Ning looked at the man before her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "Yu Xinglai?"

She never expected that the butler was actually him in disguise. No wonder he could come and go without a trace; she wouldn't even recognize this disguised person standing right in front of her.

He had regained his boyish appearance, his well-defined knuckles covering her cheek, neck, and then her collarbone, as if admiring a beautiful piece of porcelain. He made no attempt to hide the infatuation and admiration in his eyes: "So beautiful. A treasure as beautiful as you should be treasured by me."

Su Ning slapped away his hands that were trying to provoke her. "What did you do to me? How did my face become someone else's? And where is the original owner of this face?"

"Oh dear, you have so many questions, how am I supposed to answer them?"

He was relaxed, as if strolling leisurely in a garden, seemingly unaware that the entire mansion was filled with people who were after him.

"Then say it sentence by sentence!"

Su Ning suppressed her voice, trying her best not to be discovered by others. After all, the only people she knew were the main characters. If she were discovered now, before she could remove her disguise, she might end up being shot to death with this guy in front of her.

Seeing Su Ning's cautious attempt to vent her anger but finding no outlet, a smile flashed in his eyes. "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. If it weren't for preventing you from being discovered by the people of Ten Miles of Suspended Bells, I would never have made you wear this mask."

He took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured some into his fingertips and rubbed it lightly before touching Su Ning's cheek.

The girl took a step back suspiciously, only to see the boy in front of her say with a half-smile, "Do you still want to take off this mask? If I'm not around, you'll be wearing this face forever."

Hearing this, Su Ning reluctantly took a step forward, closed her eyes with a look of resignation, and said, "Go ahead."

Yu Xinglai suppressed the itch in his heart, his slightly cool fingers covering the girl's cheek. The cool touch made her eyelashes flutter, and then the next second she heard a voice say, "It's done."

When she opened her eyes again, she subconsciously touched her face, but didn't feel any change. "Do you have a mirror?"

But before the mirror could be obtained, the man's lips, still carrying the scent of autumn, fell upon her.