After leaving the marquis's manor, Jiang Cheng led the Fatty into a secluded alley. They took a winding route through a maze of side streets to the inn where Wu Yujiao and her mother were staying.
When they entered, the Fatty was genuinely startled to see Wu Yujiao again. His impression of her had been that she was a rather pretty young girl, but now she wore clean, new clothes, and her hair had been neatly pinned up. It was clear she had taken the time to dress up.
"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Wang, you're here." Wu Yujiao warmly greeted them and invited them to sit at the table. Then, looking somewhat embarrassed, she turned her gaze to Jiang Cheng's face. "Young Master Jiang, does the wound on your face still hurt?"
The scratches on Jiang Cheng's face had already scabbed over. When he returned yesterday looking like that, everyone else had been dumbfounded. Zhang Qizheng, Yao Shunyu, and the others had agonized over it for ages before Zhu Jie finally asked what they had all been wondering. "Mister Jiang, did you take a liking to some young lady, and she turned you down, so you ended up like this?"
Tang Qisheng had even chimed in with a perfectly straight face, spouting nonsense. "Oh, it's not that big a deal. It's rare for Brother Jiang to be in the mood for something like that, given the circumstances. But next time, you could just spend some money, you know? At least pay a little."
As she spoke, Wu Yujiao brought out a cloth pouch. She unwrapped it layer after layer, revealing a small porcelain bottle carefully tucked inside. When she gently uncorked it, the scent of medicine wafted out. "Young Master Jiang, this is Rejuvenating Balm from the Lu Family