Reborn and Returned

At that moment, the door opened, and a maid entered carrying a basin of water.

Upon seeing the maid, Zhao Changge was immediately struck with panic.

Xuan Hua?

Could it be that she had been given the chance to live again, that she had been reborn?

Had she truly transmigrated and then been reborn?

"Young Miss, you are awake!" Seeing Zhao Changge in a daze, Xuan Hua quickly smiled, set down the washbasin, and came over to help her out of bed.

Zhao Changge was accustomed to being cared for by Xuan Hua and helped into her clothes. Afterward, she sat before the bronze mirror, looking at herself.

She had truly been reborn!

Without delay, Zhao Changge gently questioned Xuan Hua and learned that she had returned to a time one year ago—when she was only ten years old.

That is wonderful!

Sitting before the mirror, she remained in a daze for a long while, reminiscing about everything she had experienced. After half a day, Zhao Changge finally broke into a bright, radiant smile.

In this life, she would never again be that self-righteous person—transmigrating only to fall into that sweet trap!

Xuan Hua stood to the side, quietly observing Zhao Changge, feeling a bit strange. She didn't know why, but it felt as if her mistress was different today…

"Young Miss, would you like to wash your face?" After a moment of distraction, Xuan Hua asked softly.

Hearing Xuan Hua’s voice, Zhao Changge regained her senses and nodded slightly.

Receiving her consent, Xuan Hua stepped back, went to the partition between the inner and outer rooms, and gently opened the door. After going out, she gave a few instructions to the maids and then returned to Zhao Changge’s side.

A moment later, three maids entered one after another. One placed the water basin on the stand and stood in a corner. The other two stood nearby, holding personal items.

Zhao Changge turned her gaze toward a maid holding a small box.

That box contained something she had created herself in her previous life—an "Ancient Version of Face Wash." It contained white cloves, white water caltrop, dried white silkworm, bletilla striata, white morning glory seeds, white aconite, white poria, honey locust, green beans… all ground into powder. Every time she washed her face, she would take a bit of this powder, apply it to her face, and then rinse it off with water.

In ancient times, there were no convenient cosmetics like makeup powder; making this kind of powder took a lot of time. Her mother knew about it but did not forbid it, as long as she didn't cause major trouble. Thus, from the time she grew up until she was married, she had always used it.

Later, she stopped using it because Prince Rong told her that making the powder took too much time, and since she had naturally beautiful skin, she didn't need it. She was afraid he wouldn't like it, so she stopped.

Thinking of this, Zhao Changge involuntarily fell into a daze. Why was she thinking of him?

Shaking her head, Zhao Changge stood up, walked to the basin stand, and began to wash her face. In this life, she only wanted to live according to her own will.

When she finished washing, the maids quietly gathered the items and withdrew. Xuan Hua stepped forward and began to apply makeup for her.

Once finished, Xuan Hua asked again: "Young Miss, would you like some breakfast? Yesterday the Madam sent over some bird's nest, saying it was to nourish your body. I have made a pot of bird's nest porridge."

"Did Mother leave any message?" Zhao Changge asked.

Xuan Hua was slightly taken aback, then replied: "No, but I heard the bird's nest hadn't even been sorted yet, but it was rushed here for the Young Miss."

In the entire Zhao family, who didn't know the Young Miss was the most favored? Whether it was the Master, the Madam, or the Young Masters, as long as they had something good in their hands, they would send it straight to the Young Miss.