The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Yeah, I’m totally setting you up." Inside the room, Mu Shaoling was growling, while Yang Chuxia came in holding a set of women’s clothing, something she’d had made overnight.

"Xiaxia, you can’t do this!" Mu Shaoling wailed. "Isn’t there another way? Why do I have to pretend to be a beauty? Can’t Ye Zi’an do it?"

"Are you stupid?" Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes with annoyance. "Can Brother An do medicine? If he could, I wouldn’t mind letting him pretend to be a beauty."

"Ugh..." Mu Shaoling lay on the bed as if his life depended on it, then sat up again, looking pitifully at Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia. "Is there really no other way?"

Yang Chuxia shook her head. Joke around? If getting into the palace were that easy, would she need to go through so much trouble?

"Stop complaining and get dressed already."

Mu Shaoling took the blue dress Yang Chuxia tossed at him, unfolded it, and was instantly stunned. "No way, you planned this, didn’t you? The size of this dress..." Damn, it fit him perfectly.

"Just as you thought." Yang Chuxia nodded. "This is a dress the maids rushed to make overnight."

"...Oh God..." Mu Shaoling rubbed his forehead.

"Call me when he’s dressed." Yang Chuxia gestured to Ye Zi’an.

"Alright, just wait." Ye Zi’an responded.

She figured no man would want to put on women’s clothes, as evidenced by Mu Shaoling’s slow dressing pace.

She had already had three cups of tea, and Mu Shaoling still hadn’t come out.

Finally, Yang Chuxia lost her patience and kicked the door. "Are you done yet? You’re dawdling too much."

"All done, all done." Ye Zi’an’s voice came softly with a hint of laughter. Then the door opened, and as Yang Chuxia looked past Ye Zi’an at Mu Shaoling, her eyes widened, "Wow, men like you really are stunning in women’s clothes, absolutely ravishing."

"Tsk tsk, such a beautiful woman as a maid is quite conspicuous." Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and added, "But it’s good this way, the more dazzling you are, the less they’ll suspect it’s you."

She then waved at Mu Shaoling, who wore an embarrassed expression, "Come here, let’s put on some makeup."

"No way?" Makeup too?

"What else were you expecting?" Yang Chuxia was resigning herself. "Dude, if you go out looking like this, everyone will know you’re Mu Shaoling. You need to disguise a bit."

With that, Yang Chuxia winked at Ye Zi’an, "Hold him down, make sure he doesn’t move."

"Alright," Ye Zi’an agreed, looking at Mu Shaoling with amusement in his eyes.

Mu Shaoling knew he couldn’t escape this anyway, so he reluctantly sat down in front of the makeup table, looking at Yang Chuxia’s box of tools and resigning himself as he closed his eyes.

Yang Chuxia watched him with a sense of impending doom and chuckled, "Don’t be so sad. Don’t worry, I’ll beautify you properly, your face will not be wasted."

"You can shut up now." Mu Shaoling huffed, "I know you’re not mute even if you don’t speak."

"Tsk tsk, such grudges." Yang Chuxia shook her head and continued her work.

Soon, she finished the last stroke.

"How is it? Beautiful, right?" Yang Chuxia asked Ye Zi’an.

Ye Zi’an glanced down and couldn’t help but look again, "Tsk tsk, the lady’s makeup skills are way better than mine."

"Open your eyes," Yang Chuxia said to Mu Shaoling. "No point keeping them closed, you’ll see that face sooner or later anyway."