The moment she opened the door, she saw Wen Jiang. For a moment, Gu Qingxue thought that she had seen wrongly.
How could this person who was dressed like a beggar be the famous Wen Jiang?
Wen Jiang smiled, his aged face wrinkled. "Miss, the medicinal pill that the little princess sent me today should be made by you, right?"
"I made it, but is there anything wrong with the pill I refined?" Gu Qingxue looked at Wen Jiang suspiciously. She could not understand what this person was thinking.
"That's not it. As I said, I'm here to ask for your help today. Miss, this is not the place to talk. Why don't we find a quiet place to talk?" Wen Jiang suggested.
Gu Qingxue glanced at her four little ones who were still sound asleep behind her, then nodded and left the room. She followed Wen Jiang's footsteps and walked all the way to the courtyard.
