There was no way a man who had taken command of an army—and had the scar on his face to prove it—could continue pretending to be a eunuch in the rear palace. Jinshi must have finally gone back to being whoever he really was. Maomao didn’t know his real name; she couldn’t have used it even if she did. The worlds they lived in were simply too different.
As for his injury, there were plenty of perfectly competent doctors around; he didn’t need Maomao. Hell, her old man was there at the palace. Maomao couldn’t have done anything to help even if she’d been present.
Anyway, now that Jinshi was no longer a eunuch, he couldn’t get away with keeping some lowborn girl around him. He wouldn’t have to sneak and spy anymore, anyway. So it was best, really, that Maomao had come back to the apothecary’s shop in the pleasure district. At least with her father no longer there, the madam would probably stop trying to sell her off.
Ugh... So tired...
She’d been up all night the night before making medicines. Creating new drugs was a challenging endeavor. Y