She realized that the more impurities inside her body, the thicker the grime, the better the effect.
The woman in the mirror had rosy cheeks, pouty lips, and fair, snow-like skin contrasted with jet-black hair.
Her figure was perfectly proportioned.
Especially her delicate little face—pure yet charming.
Her lively eyes sparkled like stars.
Shen Wan lightly lifted her soft, tender fingers, sliding from her elegant collarbone to her high, proud chest.
Her slim waist was delicate to the touch.
Her long legs were slender and fair.
Even her toes were round and smooth, with nails shaped like petals.
Her skin was like creamy jade, white and soft, as if coated with a layer of water.
Wen Qiao was overjoyed, praising herself in the mirror.
“I’m truly beautiful.”
Wonderful—her beauty had returned.
Wen Qiao rifled through the wardrobe in her space and pulled out a relatively modest yellow dress to change into.
The previous dress was a simple bralette; the material was mediocre.
It fit the original owner fine, but with her “pea princess” body type, it felt uncomfortable.
Luckily, her wardrobe was overflowing with dresses, all made of high-quality fabrics.
Soft, skin-friendly, comfortable—styles in endless variety.
Finding a few that fit the style of this era was not difficult.
Fashion is cyclical; trends constantly repeat themselves.
Elements that were once popular eventually return to the stage of style.
Trends are really just a combination of old and new.
Take the bralette of this era, for example.
Over time, certain designs would fall out of favor, while others would be revived—a cycle.
True classics are eternal.
Apart from the difference in material, these dresses had similar styles to the bralettes, with some modern touches.
Overall, they were flashy but not outrageous.
Wen Qiao’s high-end face meant she could never be understated.
Even if she wore a sack, she would still stand out in a crowd.
There was no way around it.
Her beauty was too striking—this unique radiance and charm could not be hidden.
At this time, the popular hairstyle for women in this era was two large braids.
Wen Qiao decided to follow the trend, tying her hair into two fluffy braids like squirrel tails with ribbons.
Once she was ready, she took out the key and opened the carved wooden box.
As expected, it was empty.
She had suspected this when Shen Yueru offered to help her move her luggage that morning.
The woman had swapped the box that held her money.
When Shen’s mother gave her the safe box, Wen Qiao had made a mark on it.
This wasn’t the original box.
It seemed Shen Yueru had bought two identical safes and swapped them at the critical moment.
Too bad Wen Qiao had already prepared.
She had immediately transferred the money into her space.
To avoid arousing suspicion, she even bought a bunch of paper of equal weight and placed it in the box.
That would drive the girl crazy.
So, Shen Yueru had been secretly seizing the original owner’s possessions, leaving her powerless to speak out.
Truly malicious.
Luckily, Wen Qiao had entered the story when the book had only just begun.
The plot hadn’t officially started yet.
In this era, the three toughest places to go to the countryside were Beidahuang, southern Yunnan, northern Shaanxi, and border regions.
Especially the last one—so harsh that even immortals would suffer.
The original owner had been sent to a remote valley in the Loess Plateau of northern Shaanxi.
There were cave dwellings, no water or electricity, and extremely low crop yields.
Speaking of which… what was the male lead’s name again?
She couldn’t remember.
Wen Qiao vaguely recalled his surname was Lu.
As for the given name—no memory at all.
She had only read up to Chapter 3 of this book.
It wasn’t her fault; the original owner didn’t even survive past three chapters.
She had seen the original owner die and got so furious that she immediately transmigrated into the story.
The first three chapters mainly introduced the backgrounds of the Shen and Wen families, the heroine’s boundless beauty, and the hardships and tragic death of the original owner.
The male lead only appeared briefly.
Had she known she’d transmigrate, she would have held onto herself to see the whole story before fainting.
But it was too late now.
All she knew was that the male lead was currently in the military district of Yangcheng.
While on a mission at Baiyun Mountain, he fought desperately with spies, successfully subduing them, but was injured and unconscious.
Coincidentally, this was the same day the original owner had been sent to the countryside.
She had no other information.
This was why Wen Qiao was anxious to leave the capital—she had to reach Yangcheng early.
Only then could she have a chance to rescue the male lead.
According to the story, the original owner had been sent to the countryside two days later.
She was ahead by two days, which should be enough to catch up.
She planned to become the male lead’s savior, secure his favor, and continue living comfortably.
In the book, the male lead had top-notch family, appearance, and abilities, eventually attaining a high position.
She didn’t lack money or resources, but she did need a strong backing.
Wen Qiao had always been aware of her beauty.
A woman like her, without protection, could easily attract unwanted attention.
Others might not protect her, but the male lead could.
If she secured his favor, no matter the hardships of the era, she could live safely and comfortably.
Wen Qiao tidied herself up and left the space.
Lifting the curtain, she saw that the others in the private room were still asleep.
She quietly exhaled in relief.
Her space was a top-secret matter; she had to protect it carefully, never exposing it.
This trip was an exception.
Once she reached the military farm in Yangcheng, she wouldn’t have the chance to disguise herself.
In the modern era, major transformations could be attributed to cosmetic procedures.
Not so in this era.
Since no one in Yangcheng knew her, she could simply present her new appearance from the start.
Her natural beauty left no room for criticism.
Of course, she also wanted to make a good first impression on the male lead.
Although the male lead had no real-life prototype, the book described him as calm and elegant, tall and handsome, polite and considerate—filled with all the best adjectives.
Gentle, devoted, deeply loving.
A model of male virtue.
Wen Qiao felt a twinge of jealousy.
Indeed, such a perfect man, even Shen Yueru in real life could only dream of him.
She could only write him into a novel to satisfy her own fantasies.
Previously, Wen Qiao had considered taking the male lead for herself.
But the “gentle and refined” type wasn’t her style.
Even if she didn’t plan to seduce him, she had to keep her appearance at its peak.
After all, the higher the male lead’s favor for her, the more advantage she gained.
The stronger the backing, the more secure her position.