Bai Ruozhu believed that regardless of whether this person was a man or a woman, the fact that they could dress so flamboyantly and act so coquettishly meant that they must be a lover of beauty. And lovers of beauty certainly didn't like scars, so her words should be able to persuade them, right?
"Oh dear, after using so many precious medicinal materials and nurturing them for so many years, you still spotted it," the butterfly deflated its mouth, looking like a little girl who had been wronged.
Bai Ruozhu didn't know what to say, so she just chuckled twice.
"Not fearing that the little emperor of Danliang Country would know the method you teach me to prevent chickenpox?" The person's face quickly changed, adopting a teasing expression.
"Such important matter, I guess you wouldn't disclose it, right?" Bai Ruozhu raised her eyebrows.
"I thought you would put up a life-and-death struggle for the glory of Danliang Country, how boring." He grumbled.