I insist

Chapter 124: Another Approach

Understanding what the other party meant, Song Miqiu felt helpless, but still nodded to indicate that she understood.

Lin Yecheng suddenly let out another cold laugh, and then threw the things in front of Song Miqiu.

"These are our tests for you. If you have no questions, please begin answering them now."

"Please wait a moment."

Song Miqiu unfolded the sheet of paper that covered the table, and only then did he notice its length, causing his brows to furrow involuntarily.

But when he looked up, he was met with a mocking gaze, and he could only lower his head to answer.

Fortunately, these were just written test questions, and Song Miqiu's photographic memory was a piece of cake.

But there were quite a few characters, and Song Miqiu originally intended to finish writing them in cursive script.

Unfortunately, Song Miqiu struggled to write even basic calligraphy, let alone the cursive script, so he had to write the content slowly, stroke by stroke.

"I've finished writing it. Please give your feedback."

"This...this, please take a look, Physician Lin."

When Lin Yecheng finished reading Song Miqiu's answer sheet, his face turned even uglier, and after a long while, he slammed the paper down on the table angrily.

Hearing the loud bang, she knew there was no problem and breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at everyone.

"It seems the answers were quite good. Do you have any further questions?"

"No..." Lin Yecheng gritted his teeth in anger, and after a long while he loosened his clenched fist. "It's nothing, just troubling you to take care of that patient."

Song Miqiu shook her head, then picked up the medicine box placed to the side and slowly walked outside.

Once the gaze behind her was out of sight, she exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly turned to look at Yu Huailin, who had secretly followed her.

Do you think we can survive here smoothly?

"Just coasting along? How long do you think you can stay here with that attitude?"

Upon hearing this question, Song Miqiu didn't say much, but simply looked up at the deep palace with a slightly helpless expression.

Just as he said, this situation will only get worse and there will never be a moment of relief.

Song Miqiu frowned, still trying to come up with a more comfortable environment for her.

But either way, more is needed.

"We still need more points."

"What did you say? Points? Is it some kind of medicine?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Huailin heard this and his brows furrowed. But Song Miqiu quickly shook his head and took out another item and placed it in front of him.

It was the jade powder from before.

"This is the name I gave to this medicinal herb. Can you get more?"

"No."

Hearing the other party's straightforward words, Song Miqiu breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the small dormitory on the side.

There were several guards on their day off. They were taken aback when they saw them arrive, but then they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the medicine box.

"I am the imperial physician who came to treat Zhang Zhao. How is he now?"

"I was hit with more than a dozen lashes, and now it hurts terribly whenever I move."

Song Miqiu nodded and wanted to go in again, but Yu Huailin pulled her out again, snatched the medicine box, and threw the medicine inside to one of them.

The man was taken aback, a hint of anger appearing on his face. He was about to explode when Song Miqiu interrupted him first.

"This medicine will be changed daily. It will be more convenient for you to take care of it since you are staying here. As for the cold, I will write out the medicine for you."

"Thank you, sir."

After quickly writing down the prescription, Song Miqiu looked at the person inside again and sighed once more.

His situation is really similar to mine.

"If possible, you should persuade him to leave on his own, otherwise things will get even worse in the future."

"Thank you for the reminder, sir, but..."

The person seemed to think that speaking out would only cause more trouble, so he shook his head helplessly and then looked at the seat next to him.

Each had their own difficulties, and Song Miqiu didn't elaborate further, turning around and leaving in another direction.

For three or four days in a row, there was still no way out, and Yu Huailin's brows were furrowed.

"I need to be away for a few days."

"Alright, if anyone asks, I'll say I sent you out to find the medicine."

Song Miqiu also knew that the other workers would provoke Yu Huailin from time to time because of her awkward situation.

Since that person is willing to leave voluntarily, there's naturally no one to stop them.

Yu Huailin drove to a secluded corner and disappeared into the corner when no one was paying attention.

He carefully peeled off the mold that Song Miqiu had helped him make, placed it aside, and then turned to look at the mirror opposite him.

Then he took out a handful of silver needles and inserted them into various acupoints on his face, and soon his face began to change.

They stopped what they were doing and nodded in satisfaction when a man with a thin face, prominent cheekbones, pale lips, but unusually bright eyes appeared inside.

Just as she was about to go out, she frowned slightly when she saw the skin on her wrist, turned back and applied the special paint to any exposed skin.

Her already ordinary face became even darker because of the paint, making her almost impossible to spot in a crowd.

Yu Huailin opened the drawer on the table and frowned once again as he looked at the articles inside.

"Would that person really want something like this?"

Disdainfully tossing it aside, he casually picked up the paper and ink beside him, rolled up his sleeves, and quickly wrote line after line of text on the paper.

After making sure the ink was completely dry, he took out a stamp from his pocket and pressed it firmly onto the surface.

Jia Zhen, that's the name of his face.

Yu Huailin silently repeated the name twice in his heart before dressing himself in even simpler, more plain clothes to resemble a scholar.

"You once..."

Looking at himself in the mirror, making sure he wouldn't be caught doing anything wrong, he nodded in satisfaction and walked straight out.

Along the way, Yu Huailin did not stop at all and went straight to the front of a mansion.

"This humble citizen, Jia Zhen, delivered a letter to Lord Zhang yesterday."

"Jia Zhen? Never heard of him. If you want to curry favor with the lord, I advise you to give up on that idea and go back to your imperial examination."

Yu Huailin had no intention of going back, so he shook his head and handed over the article he had hidden in his sleeve.

"Please deliver this article to the Master. I believe he will be willing to see me once he sees it."

The two men hesitated for a moment, but one of them eventually reached out and grabbed him, pulling him inside.

But recently, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the person would come out again with an article crumpled into a ball.

Upon discovering that Yu Huailin had not yet left, he immediately threw him into a corner of the yard and walked over to him as if nothing had happened.

"Get out of here! The master said he'd never even heard of you before, and he gave me a good scolding."

"How could this be? I clearly..."

Without giving Yu Huailin a chance to speak, the two men reached out and pushed him to the ground.

Caught completely off guard, he tried to stand up, only to see one of them open his mouth and spit at him.