Title: Silent Lover
Author: Qiang Tang
Translated by Condz
Edited by Nata
Song Qing thought that Shen Yu would sink into despair because of this, but he underestimated Shen Yu’s determination. He didn’t make a fuss about going to see the Lord, and didn’t become sad. He got up at the same time every day, ate meals, and took the medicine prescribed by Pian Shisi. But the more calm he seemed, the more worried Song Qing became.
Aside from this, Shen Yu would sit in front of the vanity every day, painting his face and applying powder. Dissatisfied, he would wash it off with water, and do it all over again. The layer of powder on his face became thicker, the rouge on his lips even redder, his eyeshadow becoming like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.
“Stop drawing!” Song Qing grabbed Shen Yu’s hand as it was about to trace over another line, not understanding the reason why he was painting, and washing, and painting again over and over.
Shen Yu turned his head and gestured with a smile, “Why? Does it look bad?”
Song Qing looked at his heavy makeup, beautiful beyond comparison. Although the hand that applied the makeup was heavy-handed, the eyeshadow was not blended properly, the rouge overly strong and looked like the comical appearance of clowns in operas, none of this could conceal the perfection of his features.
“It looks bad!” Song Qing said harshly.
Shen Yu seemed a little discouraged. He’s done this dozens of times now, how could he be so clumsy and bad at applying makeup? The old maids had taught him once in a hurry, but at that time Shen Yu was so dismayed and scared to be getting married to Zhenbei Wang that in his distraction he never learned it properly.
“Then I’ll try it again.” After gesturing this, Shen Yu dunked his head in the water basin, rubbing off all the cosmetics in a hurry.
“What’s the point of mimicking that male prostitute? Are you preparing to be just as flirty as him to redeem yourself with the Lord?”
These were the most unkind words Song Qing had ever said. Impulsively, he swept all the cosmetic pots and boxes to the ground, all the colours of the makeup spilling onto the floor. Shen Yu was startled still by his sudden fit of anger, forgetting to wipe off the water dripping down his face.
“The Lord… likes it.” Shen Yu thought that lately the Lord seems to like the flashy style of Hong Lian. If he also became like that, then maybe the Lord will like him more too?
Shen Yu felt a sense of inferiority after seeing Hong Lian’s charming makeup and mannerisms, and thus shut himself in the room to learn.
“That kind of person relies on selling his looks to men and has loose morals. He’ll do anything for the sake of money. He only came to the manor because the Princess Consort gave him ten thousand taels of silver as compensation! Do you want to become like that?”
Song Qing felt a wave of disgust when he thought of the heavily made up and blushing appearance of Hong Lian.
Only now did Shen Yu learn that Hong Lian came to the manor for money. However, Hong Lian can earn money by selling his body, charging thousands per night. Zhenbei Wang didn’t want Shen Yu even if he presented himself for free, and this made him feel cheaper than Hong Lian.
“The Lord is fickle. If he likes a blind person tomorrow, then will you blind yourself? If the day after tomorrow he likes women, then can you become a woman?!”
Song Qing’s chest was heaving. He didn’t know why he was so worked up, feeling annoyed at his loss of self-control after he finished talking.
Shen Yu thought about it seriously, and then gestured, “That’s too difficult, what if I pretended like before?”
Song Qing was at a loss for words. Shen Yu was born a slave, and married into the Lord’s house as a “replacement”. His small world only consisted of the Lord, and so this obsession was etched into his bones.
“You, you don’t have to copy him.” Song Qing said bitterly. “If the Lord doesn’t like you, then someone will-”
“Aiyah~ What are the people inside doing with the doors locked in broad daylight? I knocked, so if you don’t open up then I’m letting myself in to catch you in the act~ Heehee~”
Based on the teasing words and giggles, it was clear that the person standing outside was Hong Lian.
Title: Silent Lover
Author: Qiang Tang
Translated by Condz
Edited by Nata
Song Qing thought that Shen Yu would sink into despair because of this, but he underestimated Shen Yu’s determination. He didn’t make a fuss about going to see the Lord, and didn’t become sad. He got up at the same time every day, ate meals, and took the medicine prescribed by Pian Shisi. But the more calm he seemed, the more worried Song Qing became.
Aside from this, Shen Yu would sit in front of the vanity every day, painting his face and applying powder. Dissatisfied, he would wash it off with water, and do it all over again. The layer of powder on his face became thicker, the rouge on his lips even redder, his eyeshadow becoming like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.
“Stop drawing!” Song Qing grabbed Shen Yu’s hand as it was about to trace over another line, not understanding the reason why he was painting, and washing, and painting again over and over.
Shen Yu turned his head and gestured with a smile, “Why? Does it look bad?”
Song Qing looked at his heavy makeup, beautiful beyond comparison. Although the hand that applied the makeup was heavy-handed, the eyeshadow was not blended properly, the rouge overly strong and looked like the comical appearance of clowns in operas, none of this could conceal the perfection of his features.
“It looks bad!” Song Qing said harshly.
Shen Yu seemed a little discouraged. He’s done this dozens of times now, how could he be so clumsy and bad at applying makeup? The old maids had taught him once in a hurry, but at that time Shen Yu was so dismayed and scared to be getting married to Zhenbei Wang that in his distraction he never learned it properly.
“Then I’ll try it again.” After gesturing this, Shen Yu dunked his head in the water basin, rubbing off all the cosmetics in a hurry.
“What’s the point of mimicking that male prostitute? Are you preparing to be just as flirty as him to redeem yourself with the Lord?”
These were the most unkind words Song Qing had ever said. Impulsively, he swept all the cosmetic pots and boxes to the ground, all the colours of the makeup spilling onto the floor. Shen Yu was startled still by his sudden fit of anger, forgetting to wipe off the water dripping down his face.
“The Lord… likes it.” Shen Yu thought that lately the Lord seems to like the flashy style of Hong Lian. If he also became like that, then maybe the Lord will like him more too?
Shen Yu felt a sense of inferiority after seeing Hong Lian’s charming makeup and mannerisms, and thus shut himself in the room to learn.
“That kind of person relies on selling his looks to men and has loose morals. He’ll do anything for the sake of money. He only came to the manor because the Princess Consort gave him ten thousand taels of silver as compensation! Do you want to become like that?”
Song Qing felt a wave of disgust when he thought of the heavily made up and blushing appearance of Hong Lian.
Only now did Shen Yu learn that Hong Lian came to the manor for money. However, Hong Lian can earn money by selling his body, charging thousands per night. Zhenbei Wang didn’t want Shen Yu even if he presented himself for free, and this made him feel cheaper than Hong Lian.
“The Lord is fickle. If he likes a blind person tomorrow, then will you blind yourself? If the day after tomorrow he likes women, then can you become a woman?!”
Song Qing’s chest was heaving. He didn’t know why he was so worked up, feeling annoyed at his loss of self-control after he finished talking.
Shen Yu thought about it seriously, and then gestured, “That’s too difficult, what if I pretended like before?”
Song Qing was at a loss for words. Shen Yu was born a slave, and married into the Lord’s house as a “replacement”. His small world only consisted of the Lord, and so this obsession was etched into his bones.
“You, you don’t have to copy him.” Song Qing said bitterly. “If the Lord doesn’t like you, then someone will-”
“Aiyah~ What are the people inside doing with the doors locked in broad daylight? I knocked, so if you don’t open up then I’m letting myself in to catch you in the act~ Heehee~”
Based on the teasing words and giggles, it was clear that the person standing outside was Hong Lian.
