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Jishi Hall interior.
Tan Yun, holding a feather duster, was dusting the table and humming a tune as she cleaned. Looking at the counters and tables she had wiped spotlessly clean, she suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of achievement.
"Tan Yun, oh Tan Yun, you are getting more and more diligent. Whoever marries you will indeed be lucky for eight generations."
As she said this, she paused, "No, make that sixteen generations."
Little Black lay on the ground asleep when suddenly it lifted its head, looking towards the entrance of Jishi Hall.
Tan Yun also heard footsteps and looked over.
At that moment, the curtain was slightly lifted, and a figure walked in slowly.
This person was none other than Mr. Jiang.
"Are you here for a consultation or to buy medicine?" Tan Yun put down the feather duster and asked, "The doctor is out, you will have to wait if you're here for a consultation."
"I'm not here for a consultation, not here to buy medicine," Mr. Jiang shook his head.