"What should we do then?" Xingxing couldn't think of a better solution.
Su Jin thought for a moment, looked at Xie Jingchen, and said, "Didn't she give you three sets of brocade robes? She has a scar on her face, I'll prepare an ointment to help her recover her appearance."
These days were boring, making a lot of ointment with no use, gathering dust, which was not only wasteful but also dampened Su Jin's interest.
Lady Chi helped her save Little Black, this favor couldn't be repaid just with a few bolts of silk.
But the scars that were left more than ten years ago wouldn't be easy to remove.
She hadn't even seen how deep the scars were, relying entirely on guessing.
So Su Jin planned to use the best medicine.
Su Jin looked at Xingxing.
"Go and get the Dongzhu that Father asked the Emperor for me," Su Jin said.
Xingxing ran back to the house, rummaged through boxes and cupboards, and found the Dongzhu.
