The unlucky fake daughter was screwed by the rotten system

The prefect didn't want to beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "Miss Yun, I have something to discuss with you. Could you please inform the people of the specific time, location, and items for sale before each stall ends?"

Then, he explained in detail the cause and effect of Sun Kun being beaten.

"Although you are not directly involved in this fight, you are indirectly related. In order to prevent a similar situation from happening again, I have to trouble you to take one more step."

Yun Zhizhi felt speechless.

These three fools are willing to fight and be beaten, what does it have to do with her?

If you fight, just fight.

It's not like I'm hitting her.

Do I have to announce it to the world every time I go out to set up a stall?

And even she herself doesn't know where to set up her stall next time or what to sell.

Yun Zhizhi flatly refused: "Sir, I cannot do this."

"I'm a commoner, so I tend to be quite casual about what I do. Even I don't know where I'm going to set up my stall next time, what I'm going to sell, and how long it's going to take."

"In short: set up a stall randomly and let everything go with the flow."

Looking at Yun Zhizhi's departing back.

The prefect looked bewildered.

It seems that the rumors are true, Yun Zhizhi is indeed a weird person.

And there's something wrong with his brain.

No normal person would set up a stall randomly like her. It's too casual!

Wouldn’t it be nice to choose a busy and noisy place to set up your stall?

The residence of the Sixth Prince.

As Yun Zhizhi stepped into the back garden of the villa, she saw the graceful figure in the pavilion.

At this time, Zhao Yunjin was sitting there alone playing chess quietly.

The black and white chess pieces on the chessboard are intertwined, like two armies fighting, magnificent and imposing.

Zhao Yunjin was wearing a black robe, with flying black hair, staring at the chessboard with a focused expression.

It was the first time for Yun Zhizhi to see someone playing chess with himself, and seeing that he looked relaxed and contented, it was obvious that he was enjoying this moment of tranquility.

Zhao Yunjin placed a black piece, then looked up at her, his eyes deep and his voice rich and pleasant: "Next round?"

Yun Zhizhi shook her head and smiled slightly: "I don't know how to play chess."

She has a clear and pleasant voice.

Zhao Yunjin raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and looked at her with a smile, "Do you want to learn?"

Yun Zhizhi responded quickly, "No."

Her eyes were firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Not only was Zhao Yunjin stunned, but Zhao Yi and Zhao San, who were standing not far away, were also stunned with their jaws dropped.

Especially Zhao Yi.

He didn't expect Yun Zhizhi to be so ungrateful.

The master obviously wanted to teach her. If other women heard this, they would definitely respond: I want to learn.

After all, the master's chess skills are the best in the capital, and being able to get his guidance is something that one can only dream of.

She was nice enough to refuse directly.

Yun Zhizhi was really not interested in playing chess, so in order to avoid suffering, she had to tell the truth.

Seeing her frankness, without the slightest pretense, Zhao Yunjin raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly, "If you don't want to learn, then don't learn."

Then he added, "In Yizhou City, Master has caused you trouble."

After Yun Zhizhi sat down, she responded to him, "It's not a big deal. Master Xuanzhen also helped during the days when we set up the stall."

Although he ate a little more and was a little noisy.

Zhao Yunjin continued, "Yesterday, the chef at the mansion followed the recipe and made several lotus root-related dishes. They tasted quite good."

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhizhi turned around and told Xiaotao behind her, "Xiaotao, quickly open the food box."

Then, she turned around and looked at Zhao Yunjin expectantly: "I brought some sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice lotus roots and braised lotus roots that I made myself. Would you like to try some?"

"Okay!"

The moment the food box was opened, a rich aroma wafted into Zhao Yunjin's nose, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

After a while, Yun Zhizhi saw that Zhao Yunjin had finished tasting both dishes, so she couldn't wait to ask, "How does it taste?"

Zhao Yunjin picked up the teacup, gently blew away the floating tea leaves, took a sip, then put the teacup down and responded softly:

"The braised lotus root has a rich flavor, a slightly spicy taste, and a mellow aroma. When you bite into it, you can feel its crispness and refreshing taste, and a subtle sweetness. The lotus root with osmanthus glutinous rice has a delicate fragrance of osmanthus as soon as you put it in your mouth. It has a soft and glutinous texture, and is sweet but not greasy."

"It tastes better than what the chef in the mansion makes."

Although the chef in the mansion did not prepare these two lotus root dishes with complicated steps yesterday, with his picky taste buds, he still thought that the dishes she made were very much to his liking.

Hearing the praise, Yun Zhizhi smiled brightly and said happily, "I'm glad you like it! But, don't you want to ask why I came to see you?"

Zhao Yunjin's expression softened. He took another bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus and glutinous rice lotus root. "Are you here to bring me scar removal medicine?"

Yun Zhizhi's big, shiny black eyes widened instantly, and she exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you're really amazing! How did you guess that?"

Zhao Yunjin patiently explained, "If you simply wanted to bring me some food, you could have sent a servant. But you came to me personally, so it must be something important. Considering what you promised me before, I can naturally guess."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Yun Zhizhi suddenly realized.

So, she quickly took out a small bottle from her sleeve and handed it to him, "Apply this ointment once every morning, noon and night on time. Apply it continuously for ten days, and the scar on your face will be completely gone."

Before Zhao Yunjin could respond, the guard Zhao Yi got there first.

He walked forward excitedly, "Really?"

"Really? I, Yun Zhizhi, keep my word!"

Zhao Yi smiled and responded, "Thank you, Miss Yun."

This time, he thanked Yun Zhizhi from the bottom of his heart.

If she really removed the scar on her master's face, he would no longer be prejudiced against her.

Zhao Yunjin didn't know why, but even though the medicine hadn't been applied yet, he had an inexplicable sense of trust in her.

He believed every word she said.

So he asked, "Should we start applying the medicine today?"

"Yes."

"Can you help me apply the ointment?"

"what?"

Yun Zhizhi wondered if she had heard it wrong.

Then she heard another sentence.

Zhao Yunjin's eyes flickered, and his voice was low: "Forget it, I'm afraid of scaring you."

Yun Zhizhi suddenly remembered that the original owner had once called him ugly. She was worried that this would remind him of those unpleasant things, so she quickly said, "I'm not afraid! I'll apply the medicine to you now."

"it is good!"

Zhao Yunjin was secretly happy.

After the servants and maids in the backyard retreated, including Zhao Yi, Zhao San and Xiao Tao.

Only Zhao Yunjin and Yun Zhizhi were left in the entire back garden.

Yun Zhizhi carefully took off the mask on Zhao Yunjin's face. When she saw the hideous centipede-like scar on his face that extended from his eyebrows to his jaw, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Isn't it ugly?"

His voice was a little low, and seemed to carry a hint of frustration and inferiority.

Yun Zhizhi was slightly startled, then shook her head and said softly, "It's not ugly."

From Zhao Yunjin's tone, she could hear his concern and uneasiness about the scar on his face.

"Remember what I said?"

Zhao Yunjin nodded to indicate that he remembered.

She said that the scar on his face was not ugly at all, but a medal of honor.

"You must have been in a lot of pain!"

"It doesn't hurt."

Yun Zhizhi muttered softly: "You're being stubborn."

This is flesh, not stone, how can it not hurt!