"Young Master Qin, don't resist," Lan Xiaoyuan said, pouting.
"What happened? Why are you hitting me with this?" Qin Yuesheng asked, puzzled.
"This morning, a group of refugees from the west entered Yangzhou Prefecture, and later someone discovered that there were patients with the plague among them. To prevent the disease from spreading, the whole city is currently searching for that batch of refugees. Young Master Qin, this is glutinous rice to ward off illness and disaster, it can clear any infectious energy possibly clinging to you."
"Your excuse is quite something, alright, I won't resist," Qin Yuesheng chuckled.
In the next moment, Lan Xiaoyuan directly threw a handful of glutinous rice onto him, resulting in no reaction at all.
"Great, Young Master Qin, you're normal," Lan Xiaoyuan laughed.
"You continue, I'm going back to rest," Qin Yuesheng shook his head helplessly and walked along the cobblestone path into Yixin Residence.
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