My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

t, and she saw Qiao Mu passing by when she looked up.
She then turned her small face aside with a taut expression, not really willing to greet this person.

“Hey.” Qiao Mu walked up to Wenren Ningjing with the little baldy.
Kong Roumiao, who was standing beside Wenren Ningjing, promptly lifted her chin like a rooster, vigilant and ready for battle.

“What do you want now? We’re assisting with the rescue at the moment, s-so we don’t have time to deal with you!” Kong Roumiao barked threateningly even though, at heart, she was cowardly.

“Here, for you.” The little stoic couldn’t be bothered with Kong Roumiao and directly tossed a box of ointment at Wenren Ningjing.

“Apply it once in the morning and once at night, and the scar will disappear in a day.” After she was done speaking, she picked up the little baldy and turned around to leave without waiting for Wenren Ningjing’s reaction.

Kong Roumiao was so incensed that her small face distorted, and she grabbed the box of ointment that was half the size of her palm, wanting to throw it away.

“Wait.” Wenren Ningjing stopped her and took that ointment box from her.
She opened it and took a whiff, after which her expression turned baffled in astonishment.

“What is it?” Kong Roumiao curiously inquired.

“This is superior grade medicine.
It smells even more pure than what my master can produce.” Wenren Ningjing subconsciously reached up to touch the faint mark on her chin.

“Impossible,” Kong Roumiao angrily asserted.
“Maybe she tampered with this medicine, wanting to disfigure you.”

Wenren Ningjing shook her head.
“She wouldn’t.”

“You’re so sure?”

“As such a proud person, she would feel it beneath her dignity to do that.”

“Benefactress, it goes without saying that gifting medicine is a good deed.
But if you don’t verbalize your good intention, how would other people understand you?” The little monk couldn’t help asking.

“Why do I need other people’s understanding?”

“Sigh, I truly fret over you.” The little monk sighed like an old man.

Qiao Mu couldn’t help but find this funny, and she reached out to stroke his bald head.
“We’re going home now, to celebrate New Year’s.”