Chapter 55 Life is Dull—Only Annoyance Brings Joy

Chapter 55: Life Is Dull, Only Adding Annoyance Brings Joy

Ji Qingfeng glared fiercely at Xie Liuzheng, grabbed Ji Qingqing’s arm, and said, “Qing Qing, let’s go over there.”

Unexpectedly, as they moved, Xie Liuzheng followed.

Ji Qingfeng looked back at Xie Liuzheng, who was trailing them like a shadow, and finally snapped, “Why are you following us?”

If they couldn’t provoke him, could they at least avoid him?

Xie Liuzheng watched him with interest and said matter-of-factly, “This Azure Dragon Square wasn’t paid for by your Yongning Marquis’s residence. If you can walk here, why can’t I, the heir?”

Exactly—he just wanted to irk these two.

Life’s too dull; only stirring up trouble brings joy.

If Ji Qingfeng and Ji Qingqing were unhappy, then he was happy.

Ji Qingqing clenched her fists, her nails nearly digging into her palms. The contest had only just started, and she didn’t want to leave yet.

She wanted to stay and see Ji Yuntang get stomped on by others.

Seeing that they couldn’t lose Xie Liuzheng, Ji Qingqing stopped walking. She tugged at Ji Qingfeng’s sleeve and lowered her voice.

“Second Brother, forget it. Let’s just watch here. If Xie Liuzheng wants to follow, let him. We’ll just pretend we don’t see him.”

Ji Qingfeng turned to face Xie Liuzheng’s annoying grin, the other man even winking at him.

He gritted his teeth and finally gave in.

On the plaza, it was the second patient’s turn—a teenager covered in acne. His legs trembled slightly, his head down as he stared nervously at his toes, so self-conscious he didn’t dare look anyone in the eye.

Luo Jingshen narrowed his dark eyes and shouted, “Who’s that on the field? Lift your head.”

The young man flinched like a scared bird, thudding to his knees and burying his head even lower.

“R-Reporting to Your Highness, the Crown Prince, I’m a commoner named Wang Sheng, just turned eighteen. I don’t dare lift my head, afraid I’ll scare the officials.”

Luo Sinian frowned slightly and spoke slowly, “Doctoring involves looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse. If you don’t lift your head and let people see, how can the doctors here treat you?”

“Since you signed up for this medical contest, you must want to get better. Now that you’re here, why not give it a try?”

Wang Sheng’s heart was uneasy, his head hung low. After a long mental struggle, he slowly lifted his head.

When the crowd saw his face, many young women wrinkled their noses in disgust and muttered disdainfully.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong with his face? So many bumps—it’s gross.”

“They’re as thick as toads in a field. He must’ve done something shady and caught some nasty disease, right?”

“No wonder he didn’t dare show his face. If I looked like that, I’d be too embarrassed to even leave the house.”

“…”

The chatter and mocking stares burned into him like the sun. Wang Sheng’s face flushed red with shame, his palms sweating from nerves.

Ever since his face got covered in countless pimples, everyone looked at him with sharp disgust, as if he were some filthy thing that shouldn’t exist in the world.

But he didn’t want this either. He didn’t know what he had done wrong.

If he could have a handsome, flawless face, who’d choose to be scary?

“Everyone, shut up!”

Luo Sinian couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed the table, his sharp gaze sweeping over the crowd, and the crowd went silent.

Seeing this young man, he couldn’t help but think of his third brother.

His third brother had also lost his noble, handsome face in a great fire.

Falling from the clouds to rock bottom, he understood that feeling better than anyone.

He also knew the pain of disfigurement.

Luo Jingshen’s dark eyes turned to Luo Sinian, noticing the veins bulging on his forehead and his grim face. He knew his brother was thinking of Luo Junhe.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Eighth brother, why so angry? The commoners are just telling the truth. You can’t stop them from gossiping, can you?”

Luo Sinian said coldly, “Bystanders are so high and mighty, judging everyone they see. Anyone with a bit of upbringing knows not to casually comment on others’ appearances. Wang Sheng is just sick; he didn’t choose this. Is your happiness built on others’ pain?”

Though he didn’t name names, many women below felt called out.

Because they had been the ones mocking Wang Sheng just moments ago.

Ji Yuntang raised an eyebrow slightly. She hadn’t expected Luo Sinian to stand up for Wang Sheng at this moment.

That face—if she wasn’t mistaken—was just normal teenage acne and scars. After the acne healed, the skin had left uneven marks, and the cycle repeated, causing toxins to accumulate on his face, worsening his skin over time.

It proved that not only in modern times but also in ancient times, looks mattered.

The original owner of this body was a prime example of suffering from this.

Ji Yuntang suddenly thought of something and stood up. “I have a way to remove the acne and scars from his face.”

A voice exploded in the crowd’s ears. They turned to see a woman in white standing gracefully, the breeze lifting her skirt, as if she were glowing.

When they realized it was Ji Yuntang again, the older physicians grew restless.

“Her again? Is she really not here to cause trouble?”

“She can’t even cure the large black spot on her own face, yet she wants to treat others. Isn’t that…”

Ji Yuntang ignored the murmurs. She took a box of acne cream and a bottle of facial cleanser from her medicine chest and handed them directly to Wang Sheng.

“The reason your acne won’t go away is that sebum is clogging your pores, causing inflammation that keeps recurring.”

“From now on, wash your face morning and night with this cleanser. After washing, apply the acne cream to your face. I guarantee that within five days, all your acne will disappear, and your skin will be smooth and clear. If you don’t believe me, you can have someone bring a basin of water right now to test it. Then you’ll know if what I, the princess, say is true.”

As Ji Yuntang finished, a physician immediately laughed.

“Princess Ye, are you dreaming? Wang Sheng’s face has been treated with herbal medicine for two or three years with no effect. You think these two little things can cure him in five days? Do you really think you’re a divine physician?”

Wang Sheng also looked at her timidly. “Your Highness, the princess, I only came here today on a whim. It doesn’t matter if I’m cured or not. Please take back your words. Don’t make such a heavy promise on my behalf.”

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