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    Xiang Capsicum hastily swallowed the words in her mouth and changed her words to say, “–I wonder if I’ll still be on duty in the fourth district after His Highness the King of Rong leaves?”

    Zhang Daoquan’s brows flattened slightly, nodded slightly, and said aloud, “This official remembers that your name is Xiang Capsicum, you are the beloved disciple of Lady Official Talon, you were originally assigned to the Western District as a duty officer, and then you were assigned to the Hall of the Goddess of Mercy to serve His Highness, the King of Rong. Since His Highness the King of Rong has returned to the capital, you will report to the Western District Master today.”

    Thinking of the Western District’s head mistress, Zuniang, Xiang Capsicum choked for a moment, but still picked up, “Yes, then the slave girl will go to Zuniang’s place–“

    “Rou Niang has stepped down.” Zhang Daoquan said indifferently, “The head of the Western District is now a healer surnamed Zhang, and his residence remains unchanged.”

    This time, it was Xiang Capsicum who was a bit puzzled: “How can you leave your post when you’re doing well?”

    Zhang Daoquan, however, did not want to answer, but only looked warningly at the surrounding prying crowds, straight to those or curious or malicious gazes forced back, before guiding Xiang Capsicum to a corner, and asked expressionlessly, “This official thought that you would return to the capital with His Highness, the King of Rong.”

    Why didn’t Xiang Capsicum think so? However, she did not dare to inform Zhang Daoquan that she was pregnant, and could only vaguely say, “Slave girl, slave girl just can’t leave here yet.”

    “He, right now, is fine.” Zhang Daoquan suddenly said without a clue, “You don’t have to worry about it.”

    Zhang Daoquan secretly thought that with Chen Zian’s weak body, it was probably considered good that he was still able to stay alive after several bone dissections.

    Xiang Capsicum was stunned until Zhang Daoquan’s “him” was Chen Zian, and quickly asked, “But why did he not send me a message even after such a long time?”

    “You will have to ask him that, this officer has no interest in being a messenger for the two of you.”

    Xiang Capsicum hastily bent down and apologized repeatedly, but when she raised her head, she no longer knew where Zhang Daoquan was.

    She had many more questions that were just stuck in her mouth, but she could only press them to her heart for now.

    With a long sigh, Shampoo Capsicum hung her head and headed for her abode.

    Around the corner, Zhang Daoquan was gazing at her back, his expression changing.

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