Are You the One Who Shaved My Head?

When the morning sun shone on the ground, screams came from the residence.

Su Baohua was sitting in front of the dressing table and letting out ear-piercing screams at her reflection in the bronze mirror.

"My hair! Where's my hair!! Where did my hair go…"

The girl in the bronze mirror did not have a single strand of hair left on her head. Her shiny and smooth head was like a big braised egg. Coupled with her distorted expression, it was indescribably funny.

The maidservants standing behind Su Baohua watched the scene in front of them and wanted to laugh, but they did not dare to. They endured it until their bodies were trembling.

Su Baohua thought that she was dreaming and pinched her thigh hard. In the end, she cried out in pain again.

And she was still bald in the mirror!

"Who did this! Who!!" She turned around in exasperation and looked at the maids. "Who was on duty last night? Come forward!"

A blue-robed maid came forward in fear. "Princess, I was on duty last night."

"Then you shaved my head?" Su Baohua asked word by word.

The blue-robed maid's legs went limp and she knelt on the ground. "Princess, please understand. I wouldn't dare to do such a thing to you!"

Su Baohua snorted. "Then tell me, how did my hair disappear?!"

"I don't know either. I accidentally fell asleep last night…" the blue-robed maid said with a tremble.

When Su Baohua heard this, she was furious. She raised her hand and was about to slap the blue-robed maid.

The maid in blue closed her eyes in fear but did not dare to dodge.

The other maids could not bear to watch either and promptly looked away.

Bam —

An unusually crisp slap sounded, making the maidservants shudder.

But when the expected pain did not come, the blue-robed maid opened her eyes.

A bright red palm print appeared on Su Baohua's left cheek. She raised her hand again and slapped her right cheek.

This time, both sides of her face happened to reach symmetry.

The maids were stunned by what they saw.

Su Baohua herself was stunned. She looked at her hands in disbelief, her lips trembling.

At this moment, on the other side.

Shen Yaowei was lying on the bed with an exquisite wooden doll in her hand and a mirror in front of her.

The face reflected in the mirror was Su Baohua's.

"Why does Ninth Imperial Uncle know so many evil spells…" Shen Yaowei looked at Su Baohua in the mirror, who had begun to cry in panic. A wicked smile appeared on her cute little face.

She had used Su Baohua's hair to put a puppet curse on her. She could use the puppet in her hand to control Su Baohua.

This curse was too evil and harmful to the caster. It required the caster to be powerful and have strong willpower. Therefore, it had long disappeared from this land.

Despite the harm it could bring to her, Shen Yaowei still liked this puppet spell.

Suddenly, she thought of the many ancient books about spells in her mother's belongings. She decided to study them well.

Looking at Su Baohua in the mirror as she patted the armrest of her wheelchair and cried for the maids to call a spiritualist over, Shen Yaowei's black grape-like eyes shone as she operated the puppet to slap herself.

On the other side, Su Baohua also raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

This slap was even more ruthless than the previous two slaps and caused a nosebleed.