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"I know," Lin Qingjia said nonchalantly, smiling, "Maybe there's some hermit in the ancient medical field, isn't that quite normal? I haven't finished my research, so I need to go now."
She gave a slight nod to Steward Lin and left.
Steward Lin watched Lin Qingjia's retreating figure and sighed.
Miss Qingjia was excellent in every way, except for one flaw—she was not the biological daughter of Lin Jinyun.
Furthermore, her mother was really too much of a commoner and very greedy, not likable at all. The only good thing about her was that she wasn't bad looking.
Without relying on Lin Qingjia, how could an ordinary person marry into the Lin Family?
Don't even think about it.
Lin Qingjia said not to worry, but Steward Lin felt that this matter was very important.
The emergence of a powerful practitioner of ancient medicine outside the ancient medical field must be closely monitored.
After some thought, he still called for a few household guards.
**
The next day.
Noon.
