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On the eve of being sent to the Marquis Mansion as concubines, my sister and I made a special trip to visit the spirit witch. There are rumors in the capital that most of the people who can win the favor of the Marquis are talented women. So my sister took a step ahead of me and exchanged her sense of taste with the spirit shaman for her ability to recite poetry and paint. "Su Zhiyi, your mother is a bitch, and you are destined to inherit her mantle." She stared at me and smiled broadly, as if she was certain that she would win the Marquis's heart. But I just stood quietly, as if I didn't hear anything. The spirit witch fiddled with the bottles and jars in front of him and slowly said, "Girl, whatever you want, no matter whether it's fame, wealth or money, I can make it happen for you." After hearing this, I lowered my head and respectfully placed a portrait in front of the spirit witch. "I want a face, a dead man's face."