The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 115 The Neighbor's Daughter Has Grown Up

"Alright." Zuo Qingqiu nodded slightly, a hint of indulgent smile playing on her lips. "Then I'll let you give it a try."

"Yay! Big sister is the best!" Little White cheered and immediately got to work.

She first led her sister to the dressing mirror and had her sit down.

He then ran outside the palace, brought over a stool, and climbed up on his hands and feet to stand on it.

In this way, her little hands could barely reach the top of her older sister's head.

"Sister, sit still and don't move!" Xiaobai looked like a little female doctor preparing for major surgery, with a serious expression.

Zuo Qingqiu sat upright as instructed, her back straight and her posture elegant.

Xiao Bai reached out her little hand and carefully removed the simple jade hairpin from Zuo Qingqiu's hair.

Without the hairpin to hold her in place, her long, flowing black hair was instantly freed from its restraints, sliding smoothly down her graceful shoulders and neck until it reached below her waist.

The palace lanterns inside the bedchamber shone on it, making the strands of hair seem to have a soft, clear glow, black and lustrous, smooth as the finest silk, or like flowing ink.

Each strand of hair was straight and strong, yet soft and supple, emitting a faint, cool fragrance—the natural scent of Zuo Qingqiu's own Daoist aura.

Xiao Zi picked up a strand of hair with her small hands; it felt cool and smooth to the touch, almost too soft to hold.

She secretly marveled: "My sister's hair is so beautiful—like a beautiful black waterfall, or like shimmering silk—and it smells so nice, and feels so comfortable to the touch, cool and smooth—"

She suddenly remembered that Uncle Wenhua, who was well-read, once said in a casual conversation that those with the highest level of cultivation have immaculate bodies, and their hair and skin contain the essence of their Dao and life force, making them extraordinary treasures in themselves.

If an ordinary cultivator could obtain a single strand of hair from a True Lord and refine it, it could become an unparalleled sacred object for protection and warding off evil.

My elder sister is a Golden Core True Monarch. I'm afraid every single strand of her black hair contains unimaginable Daoist charm and spirituality.

Even disregarding these mystical and esoteric things, even just a single strand of hair, with the prestigious title of "True Lord Zixu" alone, would likely be fought over by countless people.

Xiao Bai shook his head, trying to shake off these strange thoughts.

She's going to get down to business now—

Give my sister a beautiful, youthful new hairstyle!

Xiaobai began to carefully comb her long, cascading hair.

Her movements were initially a bit clumsy and awkward, and she would occasionally tug at her hair, but soon, perhaps due to the dragon race's talent for fine motor skills, or perhaps because she really cared about "dressing up her sister," her movements gradually became smoother.

The comb gently runs through the hair, from root to tip, again and again.

She first combed all her hair straight, then divided it into two sections at the back of her head.

Instead of using complicated braids, she chose a hairstyle that seemed simple but could greatly change her overall look.

She loosely tied two strands of hair high at the back of her head, secured and wrapped them with several dark blue ribbons that matched her hair color, and finally tied them into a delicate and elegant bow.

The remaining ends of the hair fall naturally, blending in with the untied sections of long hair.

Then, she picked out a thin strand of hair from each side of her bun, gently curled it with her fingers, and let it hang down on both sides of her face to modify her face shape.

Throughout the entire process, Xiaobai was exceptionally focused.

She pursed her lips, her big eyes unblinking, her little hands diligently fiddling with her hair and ribbons, occasionally pausing to tilt her head and examine the effect before making adjustments.

That earnest little face made it seem as if she were performing an incredibly sacred ritual.

Zuo Qingqiu closed her eyes and let her do as she pleased.

She could feel Xiaobai's careful movements and the gentle touch of the peach wood comb as it brushed against her scalp.

The slight helplessness I felt because of Xiaobai's antics was gradually replaced by a strange, comforting warmth.

Being treated with such care and respect, even something as simple as combing one's hair is enough to soften one's heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaobai finally let out a long sigh of relief, took a half step back, looked him up and down, and a satisfied and expectant smile appeared on his little face.

"Okay! Sister, look!"

Her voice carried the excitement of completing her masterpiece, along with a touch of nervousness.

Zuo Qingqiu slowly opened her eyes and looked at the dressing mirror in front of her.

The woman in the mirror still possessed stunning beauty, but her demeanor had subtly changed.

The aloofness, detachment, and even a hint of authority that belonged to a high-ranking person, originally conveyed by that simple Taoist bun, have quietly faded away.

Instead, the loosely tied bun at the back of the head brings a sense of softness, liveliness, and freshness. The slightly curled strands of hair hanging down on both sides add a touch of playfulness and vitality.

Overall, the person in the mirror has beautiful features and long, flowing hair. She has lost some of her otherworldly air and gained more of the brightness and gentleness of a young woman in her prime.

It was as if she had suddenly transformed from a high and mighty, aloof fairy into a stunningly beautiful young woman next door.

Such a significant change was truly unexpected for Zuo Qingqiu.

She thought Xiaobai would mess up her hair or at most tie it into a crooked ponytail, but to her surprise, he actually created a decent and even quite beautiful hairstyle.

She turned her head and looked at Xiaobai, who was still standing on the stool, nervously watching her reaction. A hint of genuine surprise and admiration flashed in her eyes.

"Sister—how is it? Does it look good? Is my cooking—okay?" Xiaobai asked softly, clutching the hem of her clothes, her big eyes full of anticipation.

Looking at her expectant expression, Zuo Qingqiu felt a warmth in her heart. Uncharacteristically, she didn't hold back her praise, nodding gently and curving her lips into a clear, tender smile: "Yes, very beautiful. Very well done."

"Really?!"

Xiao Bai was so happy that she almost jumped off the stool. Her big eyes curved into crescents, and her smile was brighter than the sweetest honey.

Overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment, she momentarily forgot to maintain the spell. With a soft "poof," her black hair, which she had been maintaining with the spell, instantly turned back to its original moonlight-like silver-white color!

Two small, exquisite white jade dragon horns popped out from the top of its head with a "pop".

Beneath the hem of her wedding dress, the fluffy white dragon tail reappeared, and because of its owner's extreme joy, it began to sway uncontrollably and joyfully from side to side, much like a triumphant cat's tail, slapping against the stool and the hem of the wedding dress, making soft slapping sounds.

She was completely unaware that she had given herself away.

She was still admiring her sister's new hairstyle in the mirror, feeling more and more that her skills were the best in the world!

Zuo Qingqiu's smile deepened as he watched her "true colors" revealed and her face beam with joy.

It seems that this little dragon isn't entirely useless; at least when it comes to things like "eating, drinking, and having fun," she has a lot of talent and enthusiasm.

The reason I couldn't learn those complicated techniques before was probably because my mind wasn't really on them.

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