Why am I, a cook, always involved in cases?

With her ingenuity, his face was covered with layers of deep colors, just like the shadows falling silently at night.

Lin Zhiruo used her exquisite technique to outline the dark spots on his cheeks that seemed to be born with him, and carefully painted faint dark circles under his eye sockets, giving him an indescribable feeling of fatigue.

In high spirits, she embellished her face with a mole at the corner of her eye, which was like the embellishment of a mysterious star, adding a touch of elusive charm to her face.

Then, she carefully increased the strokes of the willow-leaf eyebrows, adjusting the balance between the left and right eyebrows while carefully outlining them until she reached the perfect state in her mind.

As for her facial features, although she had the skills to change them, she also knew that flaws would inevitably be revealed under close observation, so she gave up the attempt.

For women, makeup may be an adornment that adds to their charm, but for men, excessive dressing up may lead to unnecessary suspicion.

So she opted for a more subtle approach – placing cotton balls between Quan Wushuang's cheeks to subtly adjust his features, making them appear more ordinary.

Gao Zhongcheng and Henghua watched quietly from the side, a hint of doubt in their eyes:

“Is it really necessary to go to this extent?”

However, Lin Zhiruo did not stop.

She took the remaining white powder paste and skillfully smeared it all over Quan Wushuang's body.

It creates a mottled visual effect and fills the gaps between the nails, making the hands look rough and sloppy, completely losing their former delicacy.

Although Quan Wushuang's arms look strong,

But Lin Zhiruo originally thought that he usually just held a pen and wrote or lightly picked up chopsticks, but she never expected that thick calluses would grow on his palms.

Although she had never seen Quan Wushuang practice swordsmanship in person, she speculated that he might be proficient in it.

Generally speaking, eunuchs do not need such skills, but Lin Zhiruo is not curious about it.

He had no intention of asking meaningless questions like "Why do you practice sword?", but just calmly made the back of Quan Wushuang's hand look like that of an ordinary citizen.

"Are you ready?"

Seeing Lin Zhiruo wiping the sweat from her forehead and packing up her makeup tools, Quan Wushuang couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, the person standing in front of him was no longer the handsome eunuch, but a civilian man with a gloomy face and a slightly sloppy look.

Although his facial features were still regular, his protruding belly, spots on his hands, and dark circles under his eyes all revealed the rough and unruly lifestyle of this person.

Even so, he still retained some handsomeness, perhaps due to his originally outstanding appearance.

"Is this... really Chief Minister Quan?"

Although Henghua witnessed the whole process, he still couldn't hide his surprise.

At this moment, even if Quan Wushuang was seen by his acquaintances in the palace, it would be difficult to recognize his true identity based on his appearance alone.

Lin Zhiruo took out a bamboo tube from the cloth bag, unplugged it, poured the liquid inside into the cup, and handed it to Quan Wushuang.

When Quan Wushuang saw what was in the cup, his face suddenly became distorted, and he was obviously frightened by the unique pungent smell.

This liquid is a careful blend of several stimulating foods, and its taste is really hard to describe.

"what is this?"

Quan Wushuang asked curiously.

"This is the final step. Please wet your lips with this and swallow it slowly, as if chewing it in your mouth.

This can cause your lips and throat to become red and swollen, and your voice to change.

Before that, it’s best to take anything out of your mouth.”

Lin Zhiruo explained.

After all, even if your appearance and body odor have changed, if your voice, as sweet as honey, remains, you may still be recognized.

If she was going to do something, she had to do it thoroughly, otherwise she would not be able to have peace of mind.

"Although it is extremely spicy, it is not poisonous. Please drink it with confidence."

Lin Zhiruo added.

Faced with the three stunned people, Lin Zhiruo had no time to care about them and hurriedly began to pack her luggage.

The rest of the day was her holiday, and she could rest assured until tomorrow.

Lin Zhiruo longed to return to the long-missed red-light district and immerse herself in her favorite condiments.

It was rare for her to be so happy, but suddenly a bucket of cold water fell from the sky.

"Lin Zhiruo, you said you were going back home today, right?"

Gao Zhongcheng asked with a smile, which seemed to contain some calculation.

It was rare for this taciturn attendant to show such a vivid expression.

"Yes, I plan to leave later."

Lin Zhiruo replied.

"In that case, let's go with Chief Minister Quan until we're halfway there."

Gao Zhongcheng's words were like a bolt from the blue to Lin Zhiruo, but she forced herself not to scream out, but her expression revealed her helplessness.

Gao Zhongcheng glanced at Quan Wushuang. Obviously, these words were also unexpected to Quan Wushuang. He stood there with his mouth open.

"I've finally managed to disguise myself. If I bring the same entourage as usual, it will inevitably arouse suspicion."

Gao Zhongcheng explained.

"Oh, that's true."

It seemed that Henghua had colluded with Gao Zhongcheng long ago. She nodded as if she suddenly understood.

"Manager Quan thinks so, right?"

Lin Zhiruo wondered in her heart, why was Gao Zhongcheng so excited today?

Is it because he is happy to give her the task of taking care of Quan Wushuang?

Although Quan Wushuang seemed nonchalant, he also seemed to agree.

"Although it may be a bit presumptuous, even if I follow Chief Minister Quan, it may not necessarily be better."

Lin Zhiruo tried to refute.

Indeed, Quan Wushuang, dressed in coarse cloth, might be more suitable to be paired with a seemingly inconspicuous follower like Lin Zhiruo.

But everyone knows that Lin Zhiruo is Quan Wushuang's personal maid.

Considering the possible risks, Lin Zhiruo insisted that she should not go with them.

However, Henghua, the maid, just smiled and shook her head. She rummaged around for a while, took out a lacquer box, and took out brushes, hairpins and other items from it.

"Then, wouldn't it be nice if Lin Zhiruo just dressed up a bit?"

Henghua narrowed his eyes gently, but there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

Lin Zhiruo didn't dare to say anything more, because she knew very well that after things had developed to this point, nothing good would be waiting for her next.