"Da Xi!"
She grabbed Da Xi's hand. "Take me to see the farmland around here."
Da Xi, still bewildered, passively led Song Lianhe to the nearby fields...
After a whole day of running around, even Da Xi was so tired she could barely walk. But when Song Lianhe returned, she just shut herself in her room.
Da Xi went to the kitchen and grumbled as she stoked the fire, "She's so thin and frail. I wonder what she ate growing up. She rushes around like a whirlwind. Doesn't she ever get tired?"
Sister Mi, who was kneading dough for steamed buns, smiled. "The Witch Doctor has excellent vitality. It must be from her long service to the gods."
Da Xi glanced at Sister Mi but said nothing.
'Others might believe she was a Witch Doctor, but Da Xi knew better. Song Lianhe doesn't know any witchcraft,' she thought. 'She's just a skilled physician, that's all.'
Outside the mansion gates, Zhong Shimin swung himself off his horse.
