It was the seventh day of June.
Old Master Zeng, terrified of repeating past mistakes, had sent people to keep an eye on Wang Jingzhi.
Watching the people who had been squatting in Jihe Hall for several days, Wang Jingzhi felt a bit helpless.
"Miss Hexiu, you have just been eating too much. Just eat something for digestion."
Hexiu touched the whiskers on her chin, her face full of astonishment.
"You, how did you recognize me?"
Wang Jingzhi developed a headache and rubbed his eyebrows before saying helplessly, "Miss Hexiu, next time if you want to disguise as a man, you should wash the rouge off your face first."
Hexiu, blushing brightly, simply hummed and removed her fake beard.
"Miss Hexiu, my place is a medical hall, not a playground for you. If there's nothing urgent, I would ask you, please don't disturb my patients."
Since she was a young lady, Wang Jingzhi did not use harsh words.