Seeing Su Qingluan stumbling over her words, Yang sneered and patted her shoulder. "What are you daydreaming about? Besides 'a man who has never grown a beard,' what else can you say?"

Based on these two non-descript characteristics, is she supposed to search for a needle in a haystack by asking every household?

"No," Su Qingluan frowned slightly and shook her head, "I just can't tell what that person looks like."

"What's so hard to say?" Yang was a little amused. "I can always tell a thing or two about height, weight, skinny, black and white, handsome and ugly."

Su Qingluan carefully recalled the man's appearance and figure. She was sure that if this person appeared in front of her now, she would be able to roughly recognize him, but if she was asked to describe his appearance?

The man seemed neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin; his skin color was just ordinary, not white nor too dark; as for his appearance, he was certainly not ugly, but as for the characteristics of his eyebrows and eyes, it was difficult to find any distinctive adjectives to describe him.

What's worse, even the man's "temperament" is very elusive - he is not as strong as Su Guangfu who does rough work, but he is not as weak as Mu Xingzhi.

In a nutshell, if you want to say what is special about this person, it is that he has no special features.

In just a short while, Su Qingluan could hardly remember what this person looked like.

What was the right thing for someone like this, with no special features in appearance? Su Qingluan suddenly had this thought in her mind, and then she explained to Yang: "Mother, I feel like he's just an ordinary person in every way."

Yang chuckled, "What kind of description is that?"

Su Qingluan sighed: "Anyway, if he appears in front of me again, I should be able to recognize him, but if you ask me to describe what this person looks like, I can't describe it... Achoo!"

Before she finished speaking, her nose felt itchy and she couldn't help sneezing.

Yang was startled by the sneeze and didn't bother to ask about the hat. She quickly turned around and went out to get a towel for Su Qingluan to dry her hair. She then went to the kitchen to get some ginger soup: "Drink it quickly to drive away the cold. Be careful not to get a cold."

Su Qingluan stared at the rich ginger soup that was so steamy that it stung her eyes. Although she was extremely reluctant, she also understood that her weak body, which had just recovered from a high fever for two months, should not be able to withstand the tossing.

She took good care of her body and would never joke about her health for such a small matter, so she waited until the ginger soup was almost cool, gritted her teeth, pinched her nose and drank the bowl of ginger soup in one gulp.

Then tears started to flow.

Too damn spicy! She couldn't help but curse in her heart.

When Yang saw her eldest daughter in such a miserable state, she actually laughed.

"Mother!" Su Qingluan was a little angry, "I'm so spicy, why are you laughing?" Is she my real mother?

Well, in a sense not really...

Yang turned around and pulled out a piece of candy from her sleeve, handing it to Su Qingluan. Seeing her quickly snatch it up and stuff it into her mouth, she sighed, "Mother isn't making fun of you. It's just that you're usually too sensible... you don't act like a child. But the way you acted just now did make me think you were a bit childish."

Su Qingluan paused in her action of refusing the malt candy.

Yang gently took Su Qingluan's hand and said, "Mother knows you have your own thoughts, but if there are any difficulties, what can't we talk about as a family?"

After a while, Su Qingluan nodded gently: "Mother, I understand..."

Yang looked at Su Qingluan again, asked her to have a good rest, and turned around to prepare dinner.

At the same time, the young man in black clothes who "had no special features" mentioned by Su Qingluan and her daughter came to the outside of a courtyard in the rain, jogging.

Judging from the outside, this courtyard is no different from other farmhouses in Huaxi Village. It is very inconspicuous, surrounded by loess walls with a wooden door facing the outside.

The man in black walked forward and knocked on the wooden door outside first, then knocked twice quickly, repeated this three times, and then stopped knocking.

After waiting for a while, someone pushed the door open and came out - it was Song Bo who had pushed Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair before.

The man in black robes immediately clasped his hands together and said, "Song Bo."

Song Bo nodded and invited the black-robed man in: "Kaiyang, come in quickly and change your clothes - don't be disgusted by the fact that all the clothes here are mine."

Kaiyang turned around and closed the gate, then quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "I dare not."

Song Bo waved his hand: "What did the boss say? Be careful when you are out there."

Kaiyang nodded and changed the address: "Junior understands."

After the two confessed their crimes one after another, they entered the room and saw Mu Xingzhi half lying on the bed, leaning against a wooden armchair. He had loose black hair, wore a middle-length robe, and a light bamboo-colored coat on the outside. In his hand, he was holding a book.

At first glance, this looks like a bedridden person recuperating, but if you look closely at the man's eyes, you will find that they are deep and bright, without any sign of illness or weakness.

Kaiyang saw Mu Xingzhi and immediately stepped forward and saluted: "Greetings, Master."

Mu Xingzhi raised his head and glanced at Kaiyang with a half-smile: "You actually remembered it this time - didn't you get scolded by Song Bo just now?"

"Ahem." Song Bo cleared his throat beside him.

"Please sit down, all of you." Mu Xingzhi pointed at the stool opposite him with the book, then dropped his joking tone and asked, "How's the investigation going?"

Kaiyang stood up again and bowed. "According to the people at the Anning Marquis' Mansion, the young lady we mistakenly recognized was a quiet and chaste woman. She had practiced music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since she was young, was skilled in women's work, and enjoyed light, elegant, and sweet food."

"What about your cooking skills?" Mu Xingzhi's eyes flashed.

"I've never heard of any practice." Kaiyang reported truthfully.

Before he finished speaking, Mu Xingzhi looked up and exchanged glances with Song Bo.

Song Bo frowned slightly: "But who is she? Why is she impersonating someone else? She's just a thirteen-year-old child..."

"'Looks thirteen years old', that's all." Mu Xingzhi teased with a half-smile.

Song Bo looked at Mu Xingzhi's face, which only revealed three-tenths of his delicate features, and was speechless for a moment: Indeed, what you see is not necessarily the truth, and appearance can also be modified and concealed.

"Any other discoveries?" Mu Xingzhi turned his gaze to Kaiyang.

"Mrs. Xu Linlang from the Anning Marquis's Mansion has been summoned to the palace frequently recently."

"That Miss Xu who mistakenly entered the peasant family thirteen years ago?" Mu Xingzhi said nonchalantly, "Xu Zhaoyi is currently favored by the emperor. It's understandable that she wants to see her sister more often."

When mentioning the words "the emperor's favor is strong", Mu Xingzhi's eyes turned cold.

Kaiyang lowered his head, but did not notice the change in the expression of the person in front of him. He only said, "It was not Concubine Xu who invited Madam Xu into the palace."

"Oh?" Mu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his gaze to Kaiyang again.