Ji An stood there dazed, only after a while did she incredulously ask, "Did she really do it? Is there something wrong with the medicine soup?"
Bai Ruozhu smiled, "Later, go pick up some of the ephemera from the medicine, and tomorrow quietly go to Fushou Hall to find an old doctor to ask about it."
There was no need to wait for tomorrow. Ji An already believed Bai Ruozhu's words ninety percent, and the remaining ten percent was her kindness that prevented her from thinking more about it.
After a while, Ji An sighed and said, "I had already guessed it had nothing to do with the School. The day before yesterday, she gave me a box of rouge and insisted that I must apply it on my face."
"Where is that box of rouge?" Bai Ruozhu asked.
Ji An turned to look for it, but she couldn't find it after a long time, and her expression became even more unpleasant.
