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"Thank you, Doctor Chen. We'll be on our way now."
The two took the medicine and hurriedly left.
Song Feiwan, dressed in a simple cloth skirt, stood behind the counter, watching them walk away, letting out a sigh. She never expected that even after more than two months in this small town of Jiangnan, she would still hear news of Xiao Yu. After she faked her death, he had searched for her with great fervor for half a month, which she had heard about.
To see someone alive or to see their corpse was very much in line with Xiao Yu's style. This was the first time she had heard of it. If he could completely let go of her, she could live peacefully under the guise of Chen Azao.
Song Feiwan lowered her gaze, suppressing the myriad of sour emotions within her. Chen Azao was indeed a real person. She was from Zhuzhou, and both her father and grandfather were local doctors, so she had some knowledge of medicine. Unfortunately, after all her close relatives passed away, she encountered misfortune while on her way to seek refuge with distant relatives.
Ning Yuqin had arranged for her entire household registration to be transferred to herself. The travel documents from Zhuzhou to this Wujin City were all genuine; no one could find any discrepancies upon investigation. After completing all this, Song Feiwan severed contact with Ning Yuqin.
Since Chen Azao had been born with an ugly birthmark resembling a scar on her face, Song Feiwan cleverly used a medicinal patch to create a fake scar and applied it to her own face to conceal her beautiful features. Most people would be deterred by such an unsightly scar, whether out of fear or courtesy, and would not look closely.
Thus, after settling down in Wujin City for two months and opening a small clinic, she had not revealed her identity.
She shook her head, trying not to think about what those two had just said and focused on sorting the herbs instead.
Dingling! The wind chime at the door rang with a crisp sound.
It was nearing dusk; who would come at such a late hour?
Song Feiwan looked up and found an unfamiliar face. Although he was dressed casually, his demeanor suggested he was from the government.
Her heart tightened slightly as she calmly asked, "Are you here for a consultation?"
The officer glanced at her politely before averting his gaze, revealing his badge and gently explaining the purpose of his visit. A few days prior, she had treated a patient involved in a legal case, and he was here to question her.
Doctor Chen reassured him that it wouldn't take long.
Song Feiwan nodded in understanding. "Please wait a moment; I need to lock the door."
As the officer watched her slender figure, he felt a pang of regret. With such a melodious voice and beautiful eyes, it was a shame that her appearance had been marred.
Before long, Song Feiwan had donned her veil and followed him to the yamen, where she recounted everything she knew.
After about half an hour, she was informed that she could leave. She nodded, adjusted her veil, and headed for the exit.
Just as she was about to step out, a striking figure approached from another path within the yamen. He was tall and handsome, exuding an air of cold authority. Behind him trailed respectful attendants and the county magistrate.
The magistrate, rarely in the presence of someone of such high rank, bent slightly at the waist and detailed the situation in the county with great care.
From the moment they met, Rong Jiayi had not shown a hint of a smile, which made the magistrate's heart race with anxiety.
Suddenly, he raised his hand to signal for silence.
The magistrate looked up and saw a delicate silhouette leaving the yamen.
Rong Jiayi fixed his gaze on her retreating form and asked, "Who is that?"
An immediate response came from one of his subordinates. "Sir, that's a medical woman here to assist with the investigation."
Rong Jiayi frowned. "A medical woman?"
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