Wen Qing bit her lip and backed away.
Her popularity in the troupe was quite good, and under normal circumstances, someone would have already come forward to comfort her. But at this moment, everyone was crowding around to watch the makeup being done, hoping to learn a trick or two.
Even Minister Xia strolled over. When he saw Wen Qing, his eyes lit up. He walked over, looked her over carefully, and nodded to himself, "Not bad at all, Qiao Ying wasn't wrong; Comrade Yang truly has a good skill."
Wen Qing also managed a smile in agreement, "It is quite good. It'd be great if she could take apprentices, teach us a thing or two, so we can do our own makeup for future performances."
Minister Xia shook his head at her, "One cannot simply teach skills like hers." But in her heart, she had another idea.
