The Prices Here Are Cheaper Than in Hu City

Su Yijia wasn't particularly surprised.

The kinds of missions Qin Kaize had done in the past surely required such preparations. He carefully fixed her hair and then put on a wig for her—a style typical of a country man who hadn't cut his hair in half a year. It looked a bit messy but was just enough to cover most of her eyes and brows, though it would make it a little difficult to see later.

The exposed skin was all coated with a dark, foundation-like substance.

“This is a special material,” Qin Kaize explained as he applied it, “It's a bit suffocating, but it won't come off when you sweat or come into contact with water, unless you use a very hot, damp towel to wipe it off.”

Finally, he dressed her in a set of worn, but still intact, hemp clothes.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Su Yijia even subtly hunched her back to match the disguise.