Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Upon hearing this, Xueyao's face showed a hint of embarrassment:

"This... Miss Yu Lan, I'm so sorry."

I am merely your maidservant; I cannot make decisions on such matters for you.

Please forgive me, young lady.

Yu Lan was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and quickly waved her hand:

"I was being presumptuous."

Sister, please don't mind. It was my oversight to invite you so abruptly. I hope you won't take offense.

Seeing how understanding and reasonable she was, Xueyao felt even more favorably disposed towards her.

He smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. We're both lovers of the zither, I understand how you feel."

As she spoke, she took out a lipstick from her sleeve and handed it to Yu Lan with both hands.

"This is a return gift that my young master asked me to give to the young lady."

The young lady just gave me a Marrow Cleansing Pill, and the young master said we mustn't be impolite.

Yu Lan took the small object and examined it curiously. It was a small, exquisite round tube, made of some unknown material, with a smooth and delicate surface and a faint fragrance.

She had never seen anything like it before, and couldn't help but look at it over and over, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Such exquisite things..." Yu Lan looked up at Xue Yao and asked, "Sister Xue Yao, what is this?"

Xueyao saw Yu Lan holding the lipstick, turning it over and over, looking like she loved it but didn't know what it was.

She couldn't help but smile and explained softly, "Miss Yu Lan, this is lipstick, you can also think of it as lip rouge."

"Lip balm? Lipstick?"

Yu Lan was slightly taken aback, then a look of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

"But... all the lip balms I've seen come in porcelain boxes, and the balm itself is always in a round tube. How come yours is so exquisitely made?"

She held the lipstick up to her eyes and examined it carefully in the light from the window. "What material is the outer casing made of?"

Smooth and delicate, with a faint fragrance, it feels warm and smooth like jade, yet it is not jade.

Seeing her curiosity, Xueyao found it amusing.

She took out another lipstick from her sleeve—the one she used every day, exactly the same as the one Lin Feng had asked her to give her.

She demonstrated softly, "Miss Yu, look, like this—open this lid,"

Then gently rotate the bottom part, and the cream inside will slowly come out.

As she spoke, she gently twisted out a small amount of the rosy ointment.

The cream had a bright color and a warm, lustrous sheen, and in the afternoon light, it looked like solidified cream.

"And then, just like that—" Xueyao gently applied a circle of lipstick to her lips in front of a non-existent mirror.

The movements were skillful and elegant, executed in one smooth motion.

In an instant, her lips, which were originally just a pale pink, became rosy and luscious, making her look stunning.

Her complexion seemed to brighten up, her eyes and brows gained a touch of radiant charm, and even her overall demeanor seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

The gentle woman from before now possessed a touch more charm and radiance.

Yu Lan stared, her eyes wide with amazement.

The woman beside her who remained silent and wore a straw hat,

At this moment, he couldn't help but lean forward slightly, his gaze from under his hat fixed on the rosy blush on Xue Yao's lips.

"Truly amazing!"

Yu Lan exclaimed in surprise, her pale face full of curiosity:

"It's so naturally rosy, and... it also has a faint fragrance, like a flower, but even more elegant."

Xueyao smiled and nodded: "I don't really understand what you made, young master."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lan couldn't help but take out an exquisite blue-and-white porcelain box from her dressing table drawer and gently open it.

Inside the box was a round, dark red tube of cream, which looked a bit rougher than Xueyao's.

She handed the porcelain box to Xueyao: "Sister Xueyao, look, this is the lip balm I use every day."

It is made with beeswax as the base, dyed with cinnabar and alkanet root, and then blended with spices such as agarwood and sandalwood.

"This is already considered to be from the best cosmetics shop in the capital."

Xueyao took the porcelain box, brought it close to smell it, and then looked at the texture of the ointment, secretly comparing it in her mind.

This traditional lip balm has a rich and heavy fragrance with a woody scent of sandalwood, a completely different style from the lipsticks made by our young master.

They're not even in the same league.

Yu Lan's eyes were full of admiration:

"Sister Xueyao, look, the texture of your lipstick is so delicate."

I just touched it, and I couldn't feel any greasiness at all. It was as smooth as... as silk.

That's really good, really good.

She said "That's really good" twice in a row, her tone full of genuine appreciation.

She mimicked Xueyao's earlier actions, carefully twisting out a little lipstick and gently applying it to her lips in front of the bronze mirror.

Those pale, almost bloodless lips were instantly tinged with a gentle rosy red, and she suddenly came to life, as if her sickly appearance had been somewhat diluted.

Yu Lan looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes sparkling, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Looking at her like this, Xueyao felt a strange sense of happiness.

This sickly young girl, despite her wealthy background, was unpretentious, sincere, and so passionate about music that it was hard not to like her.

Yu Lan put down the mirror, turned to look at Xue Yao, and her face was filled with genuine gratitude:

"Sister Xueyao, please thank Young Master Jia for me."

I really love this lipstick.

Xueyao smiled and nodded: "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it, Miss Yu."

My young master said that since they were so generous, we can't be stingy.

The woman wearing a straw hat finally couldn't help but speak, her voice filled with surprise and curiosity:

"This lipstick...I've never heard of it before."

I have seen many rare treasures and am very familiar with all kinds of cosmetics, but I have never seen anything so exquisite.

Today I've actually...actually realized how ignorant I've become.

Xueyao smiled and said softly, "This lipstick is only available at my young master's place; it's one of a kind."

"Even if you have money, you can't buy this in other people's homes."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lan's eyes flashed with deep thought, then she nodded slightly and said softly:

"I see... Sister Xueyao, from what you've said, your young master must be quite a remarkable person."

Xueyao was taken aback, somewhat puzzled: "Miss Yu, what do you mean by that?"

Yu Lan smiled slightly, a smile on her pale face that held a hint of worldly wisdom:

"Think about it, he must know women very well."

Otherwise, how could they have made something that women love so much?

This lipstick, though small in appearance, captures a woman's desire for beauty. It is exquisite, convenient, and easy to use, with every aspect perfectly executed.

How could one do that without a thorough understanding of a woman's mind?

She paused, then continued:

"Moreover, his understanding of music is simply revolutionary."

The twelve-tone equal temperament—I'd never even heard of that name before, but after listening to Sister Xueyao's explanation, I realized that musical temperament can be understood and divided in this way.

If this theory were to spread, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a master who founded a school of thought.

Such a person possesses both ingenuity and great talent, and has such a keen understanding of women's minds. Wouldn't you say he's a remarkable individual?

As Xueyao listened, a smile gradually bloomed on her face, her eyes crinkling with pride and joy.

So they were praising the young master.