Not Exactly Wrong

On her fair face was a pair of eyes as black as paint. Under her straight and small nose, her captivating red lips were neither thin nor thick, with a slight curve to them.

It was actually Bai Zheng.

At this time, Qing Lian agilely jumped onto the horse carriage. Seeing Bai Zheng who was so tired that she sat in the horse carriage paralyzed, she walked forward and started beating her waist, "Madam, are you tired today?"

"It's really not easy to put on a show for a day." Bai Zheng pinched her shoulder, suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Oh right, Qingzhi, did you put everything into that small bag?"

The green lotus that was beating up her waist, should be said to be Qingzhi raised her head, her eyes revealing a trace of cunning: "Rest assured Madam, this servant has added quite a few good ingredients, it is more than enough for Young Master Zhao to drink."