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Shui Qianqian waved her hand to dismiss everyone. She didn't want anyone to constantly keep an eye on her.

She looked at her hand and thought that she must have looked exceptionally elegant while eating earlier.

When she just returned to Country M, everyone commented that she was too uncouth. One of her best friends defended her that she was being authentic. But here at the palace, she was deemed uncultured.

After that, she slowly changed all of her habits and became more demure and graceful.

The others may envy her status as well as her engagement to the handsome prime minister, Rong Jin. But who would have imagined that she had her own sorrows too?

Thinking of her past, Shui Qianqian's heart began to ache. She missed the old times.

As her heart throbbed, the gunshot wound on her chest ached too. She suppressed a few coughs and slowly walked to the mirror.

She didn't look into the mirror in the past, as most people thought that she was ugly.

She had a red birthmark on the side of her forehead. Hence, she grew out her hair and covered it with her fringe.

Looking at her reflection, she gently combed her hair back. Even she felt surprised to see her own birthmark.

In the past, a servant had accidentally exposed her forehead while combing a hair. She got a shock and ultimately got fired.

After that, she didn't allow anyone else to comb her hair. She would either do it herself or just cover her forehead with her hair. She never made any public appearances anymore too.

Everyone speculated if she was beautiful, but she mocked herself deep down.

As she looked at her reflection for some time, a teardrop rolled down her face, and she covered her forehead with her hair again.

“Prime minister!”

Hearing the guards outside, Shui Qianqian wasn't alarmed too. She continued looking at herself in front of the mirror.

When Rong Jin entered, Shui Qianqian saw him through the mirror. He was absolutely breathtaking, as though he had just stepped out of a painting.

Compared to her, she thought that she ought to hide in a hole out of shame.

She continued combing her hair peacefully.

“My queen.”

“My beloved!” In fact, Shui Qianqian should address him as the prime minister, but she always liked to tease and address him in an olden and endearing manner.

But she realized that she had underestimated him. No matter what she did, he still remained calm, and she couldn't do anything about him.

At the start, she was greatly troubled by it. In the end, she thought that there was no way for her to win him. She couldn't be bothered to try anymore. She would do whatever she wanted to.

She merely lazed each day, alternating between eating and sleeping. She felt as though she was just waiting aimlessly for time to pa.s.s.

“Your servants told me that you ate a full meal today. I'm pleased to hear that.”

“That's right, I ate a lot. My beloved, you've put in so much effort. I still can't die ultimately.” Shui Qianqian's tone was cold. She didn't know why, but every time she spoke to Rong Jin, her words would always be provocative. Nevertheless, no matter how inciting she was, he would never show any signs of uneasiness.

Rong Jin had initially wanted to ask about her wound, but hearing her words, he decided against it.

Shui Qianqian looked at Rong Jin through the mirror and scoffed. Turning around, she walked towards him. Staring at him, she asked, “Rong Jin, do you think I'm beautiful.”

“My queen, of course you are.”

“Oh?” A sharp glint flashed across Shui Qianqian's eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned forward to kiss him.

As she kissed him, his body turned rigid, but his face still remained unfazed.